October 18th; Early morning, cold, slight fog; Patchy light snow; 33° F/1° C
According to Angier, the Lyall princes were, at 5 months old, surprisingly pleasant. It was as if nothing had truly changed. While he knew, this time around, the cubs he was rearing were his own, it seemed no different than when Asriel went scouting about the borders, Sköll went creeping about the shadows, and Morganna kept well within Willow Ridge borders, typically inside the den or somewhere not far from it. Unlike their older step-siblings though, Angier liked to think that his sons were... an improvement. As such, he supposed a treat, as per tradition in the Lyall family, was in order. With a small touch of his tongue to @Elettra's temple and slowly removing himself from her side, he tiptoed over the slumbering souls who had crashed in the den and Infirmary for the night.
While the morning had been chilly, bringing on what was Relic Lore's first early snowfall (surely it would be gone by the following day), finding and hunting down something suitable for the cubs was easy. In the frost the rabbits starkly stood out in their summer and autumn pelt coloring between the trees. The sun had begun to rise by the time he returned to the pack den, but the gray skies overhead made it clear that it would not shine through the cloud cover until well in the afternoon. The rabbit in his jowls wriggled and squirmed; it did little to muffle the bark he issued to his brood.
He waited for one of them to emerge before setting the leporid on the ground. Instinctively, it fled, but with its injured left leg, it didn't go anywhere too fast. In terms of how far, he supposed he would have to supervise them. The Leader and father wasn't too concerned though; on his terms, he had made this little challenge a bit too easy just by injuring one of the hare's hind limbs. His father, Merritt, had given Borden, Angier, and their three siblings to squabble over a live, perfectly healthy mountain hare, which not only escalated the rivalry between the brothers but the only one who had a full stomach was Dove, the only girl and smallest of the bunch. The Lyall boys, on the other hand, all received their father's scorn until each of them had brought the pack something to cache away.
After shooting the hare a rather intimidating glare - at present, it stood no more than 15 feet from the den with its body angled in such a way as to predict that it might dart behind the veil-like branches of the nearest willow - he issued a more demanding summons. They had been eating bits of regurgitated meat since they had first cut their eye teeth, now was time for them to learn how to put their hunter and tracker's legs to use.
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