L8 night creepin

Every day the youngsters were growing, though the reclusive prince was becoming a strange creature compared to his siblings. Most of them were born and bred warriors, and he was far slower to pick up the skills by comparison. So he summoned his brother with a short howl, having caught the scent of a boar a little while ago. That would be an interesting test of their skills, and the two of them together would be able to handle themselves- he assumed. Perhaps it was youthful arrogance, but he was confident they would emerge victorious.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, though a few rays still spread across the darkening sky as he slunk through the undergrowth in search of his quarry. Tall auds perked at the sound of snuffling ahead, a subtle but distinct noise even at a distance. He lurked a few meters away, watching and waiting. A stirring of foliage, and there it was. A small male, likely close to maturity. A perfect target for the boys. So he waited, hoping his brother would appear soon to help take it down.