Tarnish relished his growth and the expanding boundaries he could now enjoy. He looked like a miniature adult and was now old enough to follow the adults on their hunts. He was learning and eager for more practice. His newest hunting location was the Algoma Prairie. It held a wealth of prey species, all bustling and active now that spring had finally arrived. There were still a few patches of snow here and there, leaving the grasslands muddy but the warmth of the sun on his back gave him a boost of energy as he tracked potential prey. He was following the trail of a small herd of whitetail deer. He knew he was getting close. The fresh tracks in the mud were an easy indication.

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He could smell the deer! They couldn’t be far off, and he could probably drag at least… at least a whole half a deer home. Probably. Something like that. With a brilliant grin on his face and an excited slip in his step, Bay allowed his soft blue gaze to settle across the Prairie. How lovely! A young boy seemed to be doing the same, catching Bay’s eye with a glimmer. Tracking them… well, surely neither of them could take down a deer on their own but together? Together they probably could. With a wag of his tail and a skip in his step, the golden boy closed the gap between himself and the pup. “Here, we can hunt together! It’ll be easier!” Bay chirped, tone singsongy, trotting to catch up. He’s honed in on the scent of the deer, just around the next corner. Joyful and ready as ever, Bay looked to the boy with a bright smile. "Bay"

Tarnish frizzed up as he caught something moving toward him. It took a moment to realize it was a strange looking wolf with floppy ears, a wide chest, and a golden coat. He cocked his head to the side. Well, having someone helping would make this hunt a lot more feasible, even if their ears had deflated. "Ok, sure! I'm following this trail here and we can split the kill 50/50. My name is Tarnish. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your ears? Did an injury making them fall over?" He couldn't help but ask, momentarily distracted by the strangers interesting appearance.

A soft caw got his attention back on the hunt as his companion, Worc, landed next to him. The crow examined the dog for a moment but simply accepted the new arrival. "There's a small herd up ahead. One of the doe's is sick, has some sort of bad cough. Might make for an easier target."

Tarnish nodded. "Sounds good to me." He looked back to his hunting partner. "Do you know the best way to hunt a deer? I'm a bit new at this." He was getting skilled at tracking but when it came to the catching and killing part he was woefully inexperienced.