I Got A Jar of Dirt!

Ysmir shook his head violently until the rat stopped squeaking. He could feel the animal go limp in his jaws as he took its life. Dag’s voice reached his ears as he finished off his kill and dual toned eyes returned to her. There was a deep satisfaction in his features, he’d never killed anything on his own before and the pride that swelled in his chest was like no other he’d ever felt. His sibling raced towards him, her own project forgotten as she took in his kill.

The young boy nodded slightly before laying the carcass gently on the ground. It was dead, he had managed to kill it, and the way his tail wagged revealed just how pleased the puppy was with himself. Ysmir shifted his weight slightly and nosed the rat towards his sister in a kind gesture. He wanted her to have it, the boy wouldn't be able to provide much, but it felt so good to offer his success to Dag. The young hunter looked back up to his sibling expectantly, offering the first bite to her.