cry a little

Oxide couldn’t help but perk his ears as the she wolf proudly spoke of her talents, his rusted brow lifted as she spoke also of the sisters she had once ran with. Her eyes bright with excitement brought about by her reminiscing her voice remained quiet so they didn’t disturb their intended prey. As Muses words filtered from her pale lips Oxide nodded, his movements a mirror of her as she shifted in the direction she’d intended. He stored her name to memory, finding her title a bit odd but not worth saying anything.

The Nightingale boy lowered himself to the earth beside her, but he kept all four paws touching the earth. He held himself so he might spring at a moments notice, Ox was not comfortable. His stomach wouldn’t have allowed it anyway, as hunger reminded him that he must be perfect in this hunt. Oxide nodded again as he agreed with her plan, his deep ruby gaze flicking to the sow. Her back was turned to them, and he thanked his lucky stars the piglets were big enough they were venturing farther from their mother.

The swine seemed content enough, and Ox wouldn’t put in effort to fill the silence between them as they waited. Silence would do them best now as the boy watched the mother warthog disappear through the grass. He looked back to his accomplice and felt his lips pull back to display his teeth. It was showtime.