if you wanna get out alive
08-23-2020, 10:07 PM
She didn’t deserve whatever had her being chased? She didn’t bother trying to offer an explanation and made it clear she hadn’t asked for his help. So much for gleaning information that way. Why should he help her? “Well, good luck,” a cold formality in his voice. Naiche stood up, gave her a disgusted look and started a relaxed jog back in the direction of his new home. It was still a good distance away, why waste time, why waste even one breath on her. Naiche wasn’t going to help some weakling who offered so little.
Naiche traveled a few minutes when he smelled blood and turned in the direction of the scent. Hidden in a clump of grass was an injured rabbit. There was the scent of no predator nor sickness on it. Naiche’s best guess was it had simply been the loser in a fighting match against another rabbit. The rabbit tried to run but this was one of those lucky opportunities for Naiche as it could do little more than a few week hops. Naiche lunged in to bite its neck and give a vicious shake. It was no great hunt, the rabbit would of died on its own if not by a predator.
Naiche put a paw on the rabbit, getting ready to rip it open but then held the position. Irritation built up in his gut but he picked the rabbit back up and turned around. She didn’t deserve it but then again Naiche hadn’t really earned it himself. He jogged back to where she was, corpse in his mouth. If she had left again he’d follow her trail but he doubted she could go far. After this he would leave her, he would of done his part in helping out. The rabbit smelled wonderful and holding it in his jaws had him salivating. The young wolf was hungry, just not as hungry as the girl was.