Baaa sorry, I dunno why I said Kinis instead of Triell there. -edit-<blockquote>Wearing a grin left over from Uncle Triell's approval as he began to speak about the hunt, Hael pawed absently at the hide. The dark wolf's descriptions resonated inside the kid's head, and he dragged a paw across the scrap, its coarseness on his pads lending meaning to the words <i>thick, scratchy.</i> Then he stopped, lost in his imagination. He could smell the boars' stinky breath, hear their grunting. Slow-motion montages of Dad and Uncle Ruiko flying through the air, bringing down the rugged beasts played in his mind, and then of Uncle Kinis and Marsh—
At the mention of injury, Hael snapped out of it, his orange eyes moving to Uncle Triell as he continued to listen. He... he remembered that now. Hearing the voices shouting, watching the shapes in the distance converge into one as they struggled to finish off the last boar... and he could feel the pain in his leg as he tried to imagine how it must've felt. Those big teeth, they were huge! That must have killed! He shuddered, his uncle's explanation that he'd be hunting a deer settling him down a little, though he hoped he hadn't been showing his discomfort at imagining all these scary things. Uh, not that he was scared. Just, yeah, maybe a deer would be a good first step.
After a second of silence, Hael looked at his uncle once again. <b>"...Marsh got hurt? To save you?"</b> Again he replayed it in his mind, imagining the flesh on his own leg tearing with a grimace. <b>"...<i>Awesome,"</i></b> he resolved with a grin. How cool! There had been a time when Marsh was the most solid image of a grown male that he knew, and Rihael hadn't forgotten that projection of the stoic brown wolf. But his thoughts quickly shifted to the idea of he himself hunting, and his tail picked up a quick wag. <b>"I already hunted some on my own,"</b> he said at last, as though revealing this as a secret. <b>"Just bugs, but also some smaller stuff. And Aunt Borlla taught me how to sneak up on rabbits. Deer are the same sorta, right? 'Cause you gotta be quiet, or they run away?"</b> His chance encounters with the slender prey animals were always fascinating, and very, very, short-lived. The idea of actually being able to catch one was intoxicating.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Mar 01, 2012, 04:14 PM by Rihael.)
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