I Got A Jar of Dirt!

Since being allowed to roam free of the den Ysmir found himself stalking more often than not. Being quiet, stealthy, and hidden were talents of the young puppy and even if their desired paths might not be fully visible Ysmir found himself drawn to the art of the hunt. An ancient skill honed through generations for survival, what could be more noble than providing sustenance in this way? To earn that title though, Ysmir had to actually be successful. Thus far in his short life he was not.

His favorite times were when his parents brought back some half dead animal that he or his siblings were to practice their kill on. With his slightly longer canines he was learning a rather effective method of suffocation. He could hold more firmly to his prey with his cat like paws and the long fangs in his head. He had the technique’s down, but he’d yet to be successful from start to finish.

The dark star marked boy was exploring the barn area, his nose to the ground as he sought out the trail of a rat. Huge puppy paws carried him inside, tail waving lightly at his hips and his focus on the earth as he wandered the wall, following and stalking his victim. Ysmir flicked an ear in acknowledgement of Dag, but beyond that his attention was otherwise preoccupied.