Ash was starting to settle in up here. He’d been faintly anxious but hiding it well. Prey was still able to be sniffed out, and he was determined to prove to the locals he wasn’t some kid who needed puppysitting. He still might have looked not-quite-grownup yet, still noticeably lean in the body and too big in the paws, but he was a bit better proportioned in his winter coat. Doubtless he’d catch up to himself eventually.
For now, Ash was stalking a nonchalant dog fox. He hadn’t found himself all that alarmed to be stalked by an overgrown puppy, slipping in and out of the pines to the south, sniffing about for frozen songbirds who hadn’t made it through the colder snaps so far. But Ash was intent. He’d never killed a fox on his own before and today was going to be the day.
He wasn’t hunting for himself or even Rowan and Saya today. He was stocking the cache, something he had been doing each day, though he didn’t catch something as large as a fox every time. This was all part of his plan to prove himself useful.
Jul 05, 2018 03:44 AM
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