Black Ice

“Yeah!” He responded, his tail wagging. His expression changed as the older male’s focus shifted. The male sprang forward and grabbed the bird that he bird, as Ty watched in amazement, his jaw hanging open with amazement. “That was so cool!” He said, his tail fanning from left to right rapidly. The male mentioned bringing the bird back to his mother and he giggled in response, already charging through the snowdrifts back to his den. Corentine just had to be the worst hunter now, he had never seen her do what Brandr had, although even if he had he would have concluded that her form was somehow off. “Can you teach me how to hunt?” He asked, he wasn’t sure if alphas were supposed to hunt or not but he knew that it wouldn’t hurt to learn. He could never imagine a world where Abaven didn’t exist, where he would need to fend for himself and live on his own skills, but the prospect of outdoing his sister in yet another way was far too great for him to pass up

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