Hunting with Grandma

He wiggled a little, but didn’t comment as she told him they were not there yet. He hadn’t been North before, so he didn’t really know where ‘there’ was, but he was happy to follow in her paw-steps and trust her. She was a large wolf, one of the few that still managed to tower over him, if only just.

The journey was a long one, and his company was quieter than he was used to. He occasionally peppered her with questions, observations, or simply noises. Sometimes he was quiet, as his grandmother seemed to prefer.

For the final night before their hunt, he curled up tight in her side, one wing raised to cover his nose, which pressed against the warm fur of her belly. His own belly still full from the tasty meat she had given him before bed. He fell asleep like that, cozy beside his grandma.

When he woke, she had already separated from him, and some of the snow had drifted in around him. He raised his head, puffing up out of the snow, and shook it free of him and his bedding as he leaped free of it, and found his puffed-up grandma. He giggled softly at the sight of her, stretching like a cat, and kissing underneath her chin in greeting and respect. “Is today the day, Grandma Ressy?”

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