Hunter's Fire

The call of Acapella had the young man curious. He lifted his floppy ears and gently his father nudged him, encouraging he and Etain both to attend the would be hunt. Ron was a little less certain about his sister joining in but… he knew she could hold her own. She was capable despite her handicap, just like their mother. He didn’t want her treated differently for it either. With an eager grin on his muzzle the boy gently tugged upon Etain’s ear. “Come on sis! Lets go catch something yummy for mama!” Then the boy turned away and started out towards where the call had come from, sure that his father at least would be following somewhere close behind.

As of yet no one had found any signs of where Viho had been taken… though his father had shared with his mother {and Ronen had overhead} that the boy had been stolen away from the pack by a loner. Whoever they were Ronen didn’t think they were very bright. His brother was big… perhaps one of the biggest wolves ever! Plus Reg was big too. Between those two whoever took his brother away he was going to find themselves in a world of pain.

But for now Ronen didn’t focus on that. Snow was on the ground again and the winter child practically pranced along before coming to a slow stop near her cousin Laisren. “Acapella~” The boy recognized her. “Papa said you gave a hunting call. What are we going to hunt?”