Among the greats

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Kotori had been chest-deep in the water near the sparring ring when the howl came.  His muzzle was wet from trying to catch a fish but it kept slipping away.  The fish had been grazed twice with some missing scales but it was so slippery that both times he hadn’t gotten a good grip.  When dad called he had taken a step towards the shore planning to run but glanced back at the fish.  Two more failed attempts were made before Kotori accepted he wouldn’t get to carry a fine catch with him.  Dad had sounded upset anyhow.

The horned-wolf loped to the meeting place, water dripping down his coat.  The tail got shaking out a few times to try and get some of the water off of it.  Coming up to the rest the boy noted the solemness and smelled the burnt crisp stink that caused his nose to scrunch up.  Moving forward the boy came up to sit next to his dad, head tilted to look up at him questioningly then back at the remains and again back up at dad.  His eyes roamed the pack and noticed a few wolves he didn’t recognize and Tamsyn from the hallows.  It was for the best he hadn’t caught the fish and brought it with him.