Risk Taking

As they walked, Surreal listened to Mika’s answer, highly appreciating his honesty. It was a good sign of his character that he didn’t try to make himself sound better than he was, or more impressive by saying he was a damn good hunter. As he asked if not having hunted with a pack was bad, she shook her head. “No, not al all. I’ve only been in two multiple participant hunts in my life, and I’m six years old. We held one one the shore of the Estuary a little while ago.” She grinned at him. “It can be very fun to coordinate your movements with others to bring down what nourishes the pack.”

Regulus and Zuriel had often made quite a good team, going on their first hunt when they were barely a year. It made her proud of her children that they had retained so much knowledge of what to do in a hunt. Regulus on his own was still a fine hunter, patient, knowing how to conserve his energy and keep the prey running without rest or food or water until the animal was so exhausted that it either gave up or had no energy to run when the final charge was made. “How much of the fighting do you know thus far? I’d imagine you’re well familiar with the basics?” She cocked her head to look at him, listening to whatever answer he might provide with interest.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think