Tough Nuts

BENSON, THE HUNTER

Excitement seemed to rippled through the boy as his tail sparked up in delight. Benson tried not to make eye contact, despite his skill he could hardly stand up for himself. Not to mention he was starving at the moment. The normally well muscled male had his bones sticking out. Ribs poking against his lean frame. It would be about time he fattened himself up and he was desparate enough to steal. Hunting took time and energy, something Benson hadn't had in the last couple days since he came to in front of everything else. Even though there was a tickle at the end of his mind, like something telling him he needed to go.

Quickly Benson nodded his head then, turning he led the wolf through the undergrowth. Crouching low to the ground he hid himself in the bushes against the Briar. Even with his dark pelt he could easily keep himself out of sight, at least he was hoping he could. "Over there." Benson flicked his head. The bundle of herbs and food was there. The satchel contained a large portion of deer leg, as well as two rabbits and even what looked to be another shoulder portion of the deer meat. Benson wasn't really a healer he was more interested in the food and the excitement as well. However he knew enough to heal himself because of the amount of danger he usually put himself in. That's what he had learned to do.

"They're sleeping together, must be a mated pair. But they're definitely alone by the scent." Benson lifted his head trying to take in the damp air around them. It definitely only held the scent of the two sleeping wolves. Curled up underneath the tendril bushes they had dug out as a den. It must have been difficult to be all alone like that. Benson wished he had companions. Then maybe then they could tell him what to truely do. But for now, hunger was what drove him.

WC: 333

Word count: 1409/2500

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN