During his time alone, whilst he had not been able to catch much he had been acutely aware of their presence. It was a curse more than anything, for it had not helped his frame of mind to know that, if he had been a little stronger or faster or awake, there was walking meat just beyond that mound. Vividly imagining a successful hunt had almost been enough to satisfy him, if temporarily, but it had had one positive effect; in trying to enact these hunts for real, Kinis had had plenty of opportunities to practise stalking and tracking. He couldn't catch and kill them, but boy, his slow starvation sure got him close.
Unsure how skilled Triell was - probably very, considering his brother seemed to be back in the pack, and they were nearly of age - Kinis gave his black sibling a pointed look, gesturing with his muzzle that they should head deeper into the forest. That had been where the biggest unobtainable feasts had sat, tempting and glorious. Despite his eagerness, he was ever the subconscious follower, and waited for Triell to acknowledge his suggestion and move forwards himself; at that sign, Kinis would happily lope after him, nose lowered but ears high.</blockquote>
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<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>
<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>