The young boy had been practicing his hunting ever since he'd met with Tinaro. His pack mate had been kind enough to teach him a little bit, but he felt like he still had a really long time before he could actually catch something. He always scared off his prey somehow. Even the grasshoppers and butterflies seemed to evade him. It was frustrating. His long awkward legs wouldn't allow the near silence he needed and if he did manage to stay silent as he approached somehow his loud mouth would give him away, or he'd move wrong. He was awful at hunting so far.
He'd just be recovering from another failed hunt when he heard his brother seeking him out. Perking his spirits the curious boy would make his way towards the voice. About half way there he'd have a brilliant idea. He'd use Thally as his prey. He was gonna do it this time, he was going to get to the attacking part. Remembering what Tinaro had said the boy would try to head at his brother from down wind. He'd crouch down and use the rocks and trees and brush as cover sneaking up as close as he could before finally bursting from the bush, screaming like a banshee at his litter mate.
"Speech"
