Tough Nuts

BENSON, THE HUNTER

He was a child, that is what his mind told him. Not only did he turn a year just a season ago wasn't it? Benson couldn't remember, sometimes he woke up and his body was fit, sometimes it was skinny, then again the gaps he had in his memory did not help. That didn't matter, given the right direction the listener was great at execution. He was observant and only he could be so crafty to make traps with his paws. A dying animal though? It seemed like a fun game, making him smirk his eyes glowing with ease. He knew that this wasn't the time for a game, but that's almost what it felt like in the end.

Benson was also surprised that the stranger trusted him. Benson could see himself stealing the food away, of course he would never do that. The funny manner in the way he learned was a quirk. He was equally shy as he was smart. The wolf would nod his head definitively. Moving his paws forward the purple striped wolf made his way to the left of the couple. He looked at the bushes, then began to dig a bit. Letting the cool earth fall over his paws as he made headway. Pressing his paws against the bushes he grinned. This was exactly like the game he wanted.

The male began to shake the bushes, then fell back on the earth he had dug out. Suddenly he let out a groaning noise, the ruffled grunt that loudly moaned throughout the Briar. Surely it was enough to disturb the couple. His moaning was coupled with the flailing of his limbs. Pushing against the bushes slightly as he bleeting out into the winter chill air. Benson's mind was on the food. He was looking starving anyway. Perhaps the couple wouldn't even notice that Blitz was even stealing the satchel. That was at least the boy's hope.

WC: 321

Word count: 2137/2500

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN