Tough Nuts

BENSON, THE HUNTER

Benson had been watching the wolves for some time in the Briar. There was a pair of them standing in what seemed like a clearing in the place. The striped wolf wiggled his hind quarter's trying to get a feel for the earth underneath him. Winter was hard on them all and with his bones sticking to his body it was clear that the loner was hungry. Benson didn't know how he got like this, another gap in his memory prevented him from remembering. The trapper was exceedingly frustrated, but of course he didn't have the guts to admit that. Even now, it would be a great idea to sneak into this pair's stash! He could take that piece of deer and perhaps a bit of the herbs that were sitting into a closely knit box of some sort. A satchel if he would describe it, one of the wolves must have been a healer.

Then in a sudden jerk of his head he heard off in the distance the scream of a rabbit. It didn't take him much thought to realize that it was another hunter nearby. An idea popped into his head, the meek wolf would have to show at least a bit of courage. If he wanted to steal from these two wolves he was going to need a friend to help him. At least then they could split the supplies they needed and with how Benson looked - skinny as a twig- hopefully the other didn't reject thinking he wasn't going to carry his own weight. Benson took a deep breath, tucking his tail between his legs, he turned and trotted towards the sound lowering himself close to the ground.

The boy got closer, raising his head to look at the other male. They matched each other in height and it seemed the hare had been his kill. Benson whined wagging his tail slightly as the young male bounced a bit. "Sir... there are a pair of wolves nearby nesting. They have a satchel with food and herbs in it. I was going to raid it on my own b-but I don't think I c-an." he stuttured at the end of his sentences. Making sure to keep his distance as the striped male twitched the end of his tail. Normally he was smart enough to be submissive in these situations. But, with a memory problem like his sometimes he wasn't even sure how he was supposed to act.

WC: 411

Word count: 732/2500

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN