Pride and Prejudice

Having killed a deer for the first time, Beat was incredibly proud of himself. With the help of Corvus, they'd brought down a decent sized meal and he was looking forward to sharing it with the one that he held most dear. It had been the suggested of the earthen colored man that they invite Twig to eat with them and Beat thought that it was a fine idea indeed. The boy raised his muzzle and called into the plains for the small woman that he called aunt.

The boy was seated beside their kill, a gentle breeze ruffling his fur. In his mind, he went over a play by play of the hunt. It had been glorious and he was looking forward to trying it again on his own. This would be the very first meal that he could offer to Twig, but it wouldn't be the last. He had moved into her den at her insistence while he was still weak and emaciated, but he wouldn't always be that way. In the back of his mind, he wished that he could always be with Twig. She seemed to want to be around him too. Nothing would ever change that. Ever.

"Do you think she'll be surprised, Corvus?" A little over a year in age, the boy's voice was changing and, though deeper than it had been before, every now and again it cracked. Beat had the habit of clearing his throat every time that his voice wavered and he cleared it now. He made sure to clean the blood from his dark maw before Twig arrived. He didn't want to look a horror when he presented his kill.

"Chatting." & 'Thinking'