No cuts, no buts, no coconuts

After several moments of frantic stabbing the skittering stopped. Jupiter was on the verge of pulling the stick back when a voice surprised him. He cocked his head and twisted around as far as he could without letting go of the stick. He could just barely see the other wolf out of the corner of his eye. "Umff," he slurred around the stick. Ack, well, this wasn't going to work. Maybe it would be better just to show him.

Jupiter took a big step back and then yanked on the stick. The first straight pull didn't free it so he wiggled it from side to side while pulling backwards. Little by little the stick slid free until all of it was out. He hoisted the sharpened tines up so the stranger could see that a large black snake (riddled with holes) was skewered on the end of it.

"Mmhm," he managed to mouth around the stick. "Worss pree good." This was the first catch he'd ever made this way, but he wasn't going to tell the older boy that. Jupiter was content to let him believe he hunted successfully like this all the time.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”