He could tell something was up with his sister, but what it was, he didn’t know. From past experiences, he knew not to ask. She may bite or what she would say would be lost to him. It was barely a second after he gave her a nudge, but suddenly he was lying flat on his back with his sister standing upon him. She gave a bark right in his face before turning serious again and stepping off of him. This was usual behavior from her, so he didn’t think anything about it as he clambered to his large paws and gave his dark coat a quick shake to get loose any debris that may have caught in his fur.
He felt like he could just lallygag all day, but apparently his sister had other ideas. His black ears pricked at her words, but an almost bored expression came upon his face. There it was again. He did a mental face plant before looking at his sister, with one of his eyebrows raised. Sure, she could scouting out the area for a possible pack to destroy and play with to their hearts content. But he wanted to look around for any more victims to fool around with, whether it be their hearts or their minds.
As for her finding him, it was like he was a very bright light source and she was a moth. She could find him, even if miles separated him. But as for him finding her? Forget it. He had no sense of direction, and even if she stayed in one spot, he wouldn’t be able to find her. “You go scout for packs, I go look for more victims to terrorize.”
That was his usual reply when she spoke of wanting to scout ahead. It was true though. He always wandered around for a few days before following her and joining whatever pack she had found. That was when their inner devils were unlocked and hell was unleashed upon the pack. Usually they turned pack members against one another, or they played with their hearts, pretending that they liked them, but really, it was all just for fun. And for revenge.
When Neith suggested that they hunt before separating, he shrugged. “Sure.” Once again, his answer was short. He only spoke things that he needed to, and never spoke a word more than he had to. His bright amber gaze watched as Neith crouched down, awaiting for a rabbit to run by her. It was only a few moments before one attempted to dash by her, but it was too slow. Her jaws clamped around its furry body, swiftly killing it. He knew that there was no way he would be able to do that. She had more flexibility and speed than him, and could catch a rabbit or hare from time to time. But him? It was rare for him to catch something small like that.
At her muffled words of “Why don’t you give it a try?” he gave a small shake of his head, but then sighed and shuffled forwards at a walk. He may as well try. After all, he could get lucky. Crouching down about a foot away from the hares and rabbits that were bounding around, he couldn’t quite get himself low enough to hide fully in the tall grass, but it sufficed.
They shot past him at very fast speeds, and even though each time they went right by his muzzle, whenever he attempted to clamp his jaws around its furry body, he always just managed to miss. A few times his teeth snagged on their tails, but he couldn’t get a proper hold and they ran free past him.
After what seemed like an age, Anouke suddenly sprang to his feet, sending the small animals scurrying away, before resuming their playful behavior a few meters away. He snorted and turned away, to stare at Neith before shaking his head. “Can’t quite get them. They’re too fast for me.” His words were soft, yet full of volume. It frustrated him when he couldn’t do something that someone else could. But she had always been the better hunter, although he was usually better at fighting. It was all in the genetics that they had, and sadly for him, he lacked the hunting gene.
Sex: Male