Things could be worse.
Reyes cracked his jaw as he trotted steadily, glancing behind him for what felt like the thirty-seventh time to make sure his pair of puppies were still in tow. Only two of the three Avalon brood decided to take him up on his offer to hunt, but that was fine. It was still pup-sitting, and there were still plenty of able-bodied adults to look after Chimera until he returned with the other two. And maybe it would be easier trying to wrangle two instead of three.
Positives, and all that.
And there was more good news. He’d actually thought about this before he’d invited the kids out. Made himself a little cache outside of Rye territory the day before, so he could bring the pups. Hunting was difficult if you didn’t actually know what you were looking for, right? So he had…well, it wasn’t bait. But the prairie vole was to teach them what to look (or scent) for, and then he could put them to work in the grasses. Once they could stalk mice and other small rodents, they could worry about quicker, smarter, faster prey. Shoot, even he had started on little desert mice.
“Everyone keeping up?” he rumbled, coming to a halt near the freshly churned earth. “You two ready for part one?”