I Am The Hunter... Or Not.

The boy hadn't even heard the approach of the other wolf. He was a horrible hunter and had to face that fact. A voice called out to him and the dejected child raised his head. He knew this wolf, but hadn't spoken to him before. Searching his brain for the name, he eventually spoke . "Corvus. I..." Beat sighed and pushed himself upwards into a seated position. "I was trying to teach myself to hunt, but I'm really, really bad at it." His head shook in the negative. "I don't know what I'm doing at all."

Looking toward the herd of deer in the distance, the boy glared. "They know that I'm not a good hunter too. I think they were just playing with me." With a sigh, he brought his two-toned gaze to the earthen brute. "How am I ever going to take care of Twig if I can't hunt?"