Hunt training

A huge wave of relief washed over him when Frostbite said they weren't in trouble. That was good. He couldn't handle another incident like last time. That's when Bastyan caught sight of his wayward brother, Blaise. Bas couldn't understand that guy. It was one thing for him and Cel to go off and physically leave the family, but that was on accident. Blaise was actively choosing not to be with his own kin. That was something Bas simply couldn't understand nor agree with. He knew Blaise was a more sour apple then the rest of the crop, but there's a big difference between falling far from the tree and landing in a completely different forest. The way he glared at Bastyan didn't go unnoticed, and had Frostbite not been there, Bas might've even asked him what his problem was, but as Cel finally joined them and told Blaise off, he figured it was good enough. Somethings were more important than figuring out what was up Blaise's butt this time.

Bastyan listened carefully to what the directions were and the purpose of this training. The rainbow boy quite liked training, and he figured hunting would be an essential in life. So when Frost positioned him at his starting line, Bas had a very serious, concentrated face on. He was going to be able to do this, that he knew for sure, but how long it would take him, that was the question. He knew if he went too fast he could lose the trail, but if he ended up last at the finish line, he would be at the suffering of his other siblings. It made him nervous. He wanted to do good and show Frost what he could do, but he wasn't in the mood to be harassed by Blaise anymore. Conflicted as ever, he nearly jolted out of his skin when Frost told them to go.

Immediately Bastyan dropped his muzzle to the ground to pick up the scent trail, he was walking fast, nearly a jog, but with his short legs it was probably considered a normal pace for other wolves. Once he was certain he had the trail, he would pick his head up and move just a tad faster, dropping his head every now and again to make sure he still had the trail. While away from the others, Bastyan's worries were set aside, and he worked on the seriousness of the actual training. This meant, if this was a real hunting scenario, Bas should try and remain as quiet as possible. So any chance he could, Bas would step on the occassional rock to hide the sound of his approach, making sure to avoid potential sticks and twigs laying around, but this potentially made him slower than the other pups. Never the less, because he was taking his time, Bas never lost his trail, and eventually he came through the brush and saw a hare trapped. As excited as he was, his ember gaze was lifted to see if anyone else was there.