Desire for blood

It was taking forever.  Kichi didn’t know how long the two would have been gone and if they could even hear his howl or track him down.  What if they’d found themselves in some other mess like the last time they left him.  What if no one was coming?  What if.  Kichi didn’t question it anymore but with his head lying on the ground his eyes would look up and watch the area with fear nibbling up his insides.  How long could he wait?  How long had it been?  Looking up at the sky he had to acknowledge not as long as it felt like.

Suddenly he heard Al and relief swept through him.  He wasn’t alone.  The moment Al was against him Kichi did his part of making sure he was pressed into the wolf as much as possible, part of him seeming to disappear within the thick fur coat.  The words ‘safe’ was a blessing to the independent pup at the moment.  Kichi’s head turned a bit with a whine and flinch at the pressure of Al’s tongue on the cut.  Overall the boy tried to be tough but he’d had it tonight.  Fear, exhaustion, and damnit the cut on his face hurt more when Kichi moved any portion of the area and it was amazing how many tiny changes one made to facial expressions without noticing.  Pain, fear, tired.

Lurid showed up and both the giants were around him.  He hadn’t answered Al while it was just them, not out of defiance so much as just collecting himself and wondering how to admit his mistake without it sounding so mistake-ish.  He could forget the part of his starting the elk chase but that felt wrong.  “There was an elk, and I chased it but it didn’t run.” That should be enough of an explanation.  It was enough for Kichi.  They’d fix it.  Kichi had no doubt they’d make it pay just so long as they made it pay without leaving him.