Black Ice

“Sure!” he said happily, his tail flitting from side to side. Tyranis had no intention of becoming a hunter but if he was going to lead Abaven one day he would need to know all  the roles each pack member had. That and it was yet another opportunity for him to learn. He bounded through the snow ahead of the other male, and at times simply just dug his way forward forming a undirected serpentine trench. Tyranis hadn’t seen any sign of any animals since the snow had started to fall, and the promise of Brandr somehow finding them fascinated him. He knew what hunters did, of course, and he knew his sister wanted to be one- which only made him feel that all hunters were stupid. Then again Brandr didn’t seem stupid, he seemed strong, and was already bigger than either Bass or his mother, his thoughts of course adjusted to Corentine simply being the worst hunter, and deciding that she always would be.

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