Hunting Pains

Naiche dove from the brush and the sounder scattered. Asla leaped from her place a breath later and hedged the pig in on the other side. This would show him what it wad like to work in tandem with another. When the pig edged to the right, Asla was there to push it back. When it edged to the left, Naiche was there to do the same. Being of a similar size, they were pretty evenly matched. When they were done with this, maybe she would take him on a large group hunt with Star and Halla.

Asla neared the pig and swept her claws out, scraping along its haunch and leaving furrows of blood in their wake. The small pig squealed in pain and leaped away, putting itself right in Naiches path. This was just what Asla wanted. She wanted him to be the one to make the kill. Or at least be the one to take the pig down. This was a lesson for him, after all. If he failed, she would be there to bring it down, but she had faith that the golden boy would follow through.