Gone Tomorrow
And they were off, like bullets out of a double barrel shotgun. Triell matched her enthusiasm, and he too jumped to his feet in preparation for their adventure. She wondered vaguely how much hunting experience the younger wolf had had in his life. She knew that Ruiko and Indru would have seen to it that he could survive, but she doubted he had had much experience hunting in a pack, considering the absence of his older and more experience siblings. One day, Cori would convince Indru that they should hunt like a true pack should, rather than hunt smaller game individually. That was one of the advantages of being in a pack; really, it was one of the key advantages. Especially in the event of pups this upcoming season. She wasn't sure what the situation was like here in Swift River romantically, but if there was to be another generation of Tainn's, they would have to be well fed.
Cori noticed Triell's brief hesitance at being instructed to lead the hunt, but he took it all in stride. He seemed calm and ready, and the older wolf nodded her approval as she fell into step behind him. Green eyes scanned side to side, but more important to Cori here was her coal black nose. It was sorting through all the surrounding scents, automatically dividing up the old from the new, from the useful and the useless. "No, probably not," she agreed, noting with despair the lack of scents that would lead them on to large game. Not that she was prepared to take any sizable animal on. She didn't doubt Triell, but until she knew what his skill was, she was in no way ready to risk bodily injury for it.
The younger black wolf moved ahead easily, and Corinna watched him out of the corner of her eye. She left his path, and moved off to her own, deeper into the forest. Her nose was to the ground now, and she investigated every base of every tree. Her nose was attacked by thousands of scents, each telling her something different. She blocked out the useless ones, and tried to pinpoint a hopeful one. It took her a few minutes, but eventually, after sticking her nose into the base of what would in the summer months be a large shrub, she looked up. White snowflakes sticking to her nose, she turned her head, trying to locate Triell. "Triell? I think I've got something."