He could do this. Calming his breathing he was able to pick up the wonderful sounds of the surrounding forest. The rustling of the wind amongst the trees, the steady flow of a babbling brook, birds and other small critters going about their lives as if a
He could do this. Calming his breathing he was able to pick up the wonderful sounds of the surrounding forest. The rustling of the wind amongst the trees, the steady flow of a babbling brook, birds and other small critters going about their lives as if a
Nash waited while his son found the scent, and then quietly followed behind, careful to keep his paw steps light and not brush against any foliage that might betray their presence. Matos was taking the lead here, and the leader was interested to see how the boy would do. He was growing up fast... shockingly fast. Had it been the same for his parents, first with Chan and then himself and Staryn? Especially since he and his siblings seemed to have a knack for wandering off and leaving them to worry. Now having children of his own, he felt bad about his absences when he'd been so young.
Now was not the time to dwell on nostalgia, however. He needed to be present and alert for their hunt, more so when he caught sight of their prize hopping about before them. He glanced at Matos, cocking his head in an indication for the yearling to take charge and give him direction. Here was the real test.
With a silent deep breath he gave himself a slight nod. He could do this. Looking over his shoulder Matos motioned for his father to circle around to the right whilst he went to the left. Matos would drive the warren to his father in hopes he could catch one and then maybe he could chase one down that got caught in all the confusion.
Once they were in their positions Matos crouched and took another silent deep breath before lunging from the brush with a ferocious snarl.
Nash watched his son stalk off to find a good starting point while he himself moved to stand opposite him. He would wait patiently for Matos to take the lead, watch what he did and move in tandem. It was good for Matos to learn some leadership skills, even in just a small hunt between the two of them. Nash himself hadn't really had any until he'd had to, and while he didn't expect his only boy to be thrust into leadership in the near future, should he ever be in such a position he wanted him to be more prepared than he had been.
Matos found his place and Nash tensed, intently watching his child and the warrens, waiting. When Matos lunged, Nash was ready to spring into action to pin down a rabbit for the pair of them to share.
Working through the coughing Matos looked for his dad and eventually was able to spot him. As soon as his dual gaze landed on the Cove alpha his fluffy onyx banner began to wave crazily behind him. "Did ya get one Dad?" he called out, managing to get the fit under control. Excitedly he bent and picked up his catch and turned to Nash. "I caught one!" came out muffled as he bounded towards the man. This moment would forever live in the boy's heart.