I Am The Hunter... Or Not.

Beat had survived, but it often hadn't been on meat. Most of the time he had eaten whatever was in front of him. Grass, leaves, even dirt. Twig had provided him with food here and there when he was around, but his overly svelte figure was thanks to not eating much at all. The boy was severely underweight. His growth was stunted because of the lack of nourishment. All of his bones stuck out at odd angles. He was a mess, but he wanted to turn that all around. Hunting would be the first step.

As Corvus explained the machinations behind hunting and deer in particular, Beat soaked up the information like a sponge. He could be quiet. He could sneak. So, when Corvus motioned for him to follow, the boy mimicked the older wolfs stance and crept along behind him. His white pelt would most likely be visible if the ungulates were paying attention, but he had to hope that they were hungry and distracted like the earthen man had said.

Still low and hunkered in a patch of long grass and shrubs, Beat peered out into the herd as they filled their bellies with greenery. Casting his mismatched gaze towards Corvus, the young wolf whispered. "What's next?" He was eager to learn and believed that, once he had the necessary skills, he would be a great hunter.