Much to his joy, Drestig was just as curious as he was about their quarry in the tree. Brown and furry, Serach could hear the squeaks and clicks of its teeth chattering. Instinctively, saliva was building in his mouth, and more than once, he licked his jowls in eager anticipation. Forcing himself to focus on Drestig, the young wolf watched his superior take in their surroundings. He could almost see the wheels turning in Drestig's head, but no one had ever mistaken Serach for being particularly creative. Had he been on his own, he would have probably gone home empty handed and disappointed. Drestig was clearly a different story. His find had helped to distract Serach from his previous failure at finding the deer. Lifting his hind leg, the youth scratched one of his ears. Peering under his leg, he looked out, but the only scent in the air now was that of the forest and of his packmate. But as Drestig revealed his plan, Serach's grin grew. "Brilliant!" They wouldn't have any deer to bring home, but maybe, just maybe, they could bring home this critter.
In a moment, Serach was up against the tree. His claws scratched at the rough bark, and his tail wagged wildly from side to side behind him. His voice joined Drestig's, and together the two wolves barked like mad. They were absolutely focused, and after what felt like several minutes, Serach was pleased to see that their target was beginning to move. It answered the wolves, squeaking and gnashing its teeth at them. He watched it shift from side to side, and then finally, it moved. The plump creature scurried up the branch towards the trunk. It scurried down to the next branch, all the while calling back at the two canines below. The yearling's barks increased as he watched the brown mammal run down a branch. As it leaped through the air, he abandoned his place at the trunk and ran after it. The branches shook as they absorbed the weight, but there were audible cracks too. "It's working!" He spat out to Drestig before continuing his bark.
It happened in the blink of an eye. The boys continued to bark and the creature continued to run. Eventually, it ran too low and its weight was too much. The branch snapped and with a squeal their quarry fell to the ground. "GET IT!" Serach shouted, giving up the chorus of noise to snap up the strange creature.
Serach's enthusiasm made the black man laugh, a deep, ringing sound that probably contributed to scaring the tree-creature as much as the previous barking had; this was why he enjoyed youngsters so much, that kind of passion was hard to find among older wolves. His eyes sparkled as he watched for a little while as the yellow eyed boy followed his example and started yelling at the tree, then he joined in, growling excitedly as their prey began to stir. |
Serach's tail was wagging furiously behind him, proud and tall like a victory banner. He was near tripping over himself to chase after the little creature. Well, not so little, he realized as the mammal fell to earth. Smaller than him though, and certainly smaller than Drestig. His pack mate had not needed Serach's instruction and had jumped after it. He heard Drestig's teeth snap together on the empty air and Serach woofed in response as their prey tried to scramble away. But even with his limited experience, he knew that this was a done deal. Caught between the two Oak Tree Bend wolves, there was no where to run. Darting forward, his head low and his jaws open, Serach put an end to the game. The creature's whimpers and squeals rose to a crescendo, before falling silent as the yearling crushed its skull between his powerful teeth. A clawed paw tried to fight back, but it was not strong enough to hit him through his coat and by then it was over.
Blood covered Serach's nose, lips, and teeth, but he grinned at Drestig anyway. Their prize lay at his feet, doomed by its own folly. It was not the deer that Serach had anticipated finding, but he was beyond thrilled to be able to have successfully hunted something today. Lowering his head, he poked at the body with his nose, sniffing at it curiously. "Well, if that's a squirrel, it's the fattest, strangest looking squirrel I've ever seen," he admitted to Drestig with a chuckle.
It was done. With a crunching sound, the pale boy crushed the critter's opposition, literally, and ended the hunt. Drestig skidded to a halt as the beast's cries ended, barking out in joy at their success; "Yes!" He flashed a big grin at Serach, who was beaming as well, his face painted by the blood of their victory. Chuckling joyfully, the older man jogged over to the yearlings side, waving his own tail rapidly in response to the boy's; What a hunt! Even if they hadn't come out with a big meal, the chase had been exhilarating, and it had ended in triumph. |
Blood splattered across Serach's face as his teeth ripped through the furry hide of their captured prey. It tasted different than squirrel too, but the rumbling in his stomach didn't care. Meat was meat. Corinna had taught him well, however, and despite his instinct to devour the kill and satisfy his hunger pangs, he pulled away and grinned a bloody grin at Drestig. "We do!" he yipped in delight, his creme tail wagging furiously behind him. "Next time we'll get the deer, though. Then the whole pack can have some." Even now, the scent that had drawn them out of Oak Tree Bend territory was nowhere to be found, but the youth was too proud of what they had accomplished to worry too much about it.
Serach was curious about the mysterious beast that lay at his paws, so when Drestig suggested taking it home, the boy eagerly nodded his head in agreement. "Absolutely. Uncle Triell will know. Or maybe Ruiko. He's done a lot of traveling." No doubt, one of his two uncles would know. If he could show @Ruiko the kill, then he might be able to redeem himself in the eyes of his aloof uncle, something he desperately needed after his previous "scouting" mission. He was less enthusiastic about giving up his kill to Nayeli; he would have preferred to share it with Drestig. But before the spoils could be divided, he wanted to find out exactly what it was. So wrapping his jaws around the still solid midriff, he picked up his prize and trotted after Drestig.