Hunting with Mother

Sirius · 06-29-2020, 04:41 PM

There was something freeing about running with Resin. Kindred spirits, in many ways. Comfortable with silence, and exertion. Strong from many years of training, and eating the distance with her left him feeling that they were a force in the world, united as they were.

Reaching the edge of the Tundra, he felt her eyes on him, and he returned the expression. He could scent them also, though he had not been here recently as she had. He could not say if he led, or was led as they continued forward. Pausing as Resin took a moment to center herself. He stood guard over her as her eye slid close, and her deep breath told her how she drew herself together in preparation of the hunt.

Sirius already hummed with the adrenaline of what was to come. When she moved, he did, and together they raced into the blowing snow of the tundra. The promise of snow released even as their paws passed the treeline. The flurry of snow beginning, catching in the wind and blowing it about them. Their sense of sight restricted instantly, but he already had their location memorised.

He followed his senses, moving carefully but quickly across the unfamiliar territory. He could hear the sound of Resin’s sharp breathing as they ran, the sound of her paws hitting earth, and knew she would hear the same. They would be their guide to each other as they raced out to meet their prey.

When they were close he slowed, listening to the sounds of the herd, disturbed as they were by the billowing snow, they huffed and stomped. It was all the wolves needed to find them. He came up to Resin’s side, her form appearing suddenly in the white exactly where he knew it to be. He touched her paw with his, and signaled silently for her to take the left approach.

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