To Catch a Cow

Rudy jogged towards the edge of the pack’s boundary before letting out a howl, a call for others who wished to join him on the hunt.  It was evening and the prey he had scented last night was still present though a bit faded.  The animals were likely in the garden area knowing the falls weren’t too far off as a source to drink.  Rudy couldn’t manage to break up a cowherd and taking down one alone and even if he were to use a snare as mom had it would be safer to at least have one partner.  The boy was hoping for more than one though.  It was time to try a good size group hunt.  While he hadn’t hunted with so many before the motley grey wolf trusted both his instincts and the foundations of what Resin had taught on hunting would still have application here.

As far as Rudy knew there were no other experts to go to in the pack to learn better hunting skills.  Mom had been it and that was just fine.  Rudy Carpathius wouldn’t let anything stop him from the future he had set for himself.  The cattle were called Gaur and about this time they should be settling in for the evening.  Rudy knew they had to separate one from the others and had seen how skillfully and easy mom had made it seen.  Mom.  It hurt remembering the pleasant memories he’d had with her in training.  Looking to one side he tried to imagine his mom standing there with him, heard the praise she’d offered him when they chased away the bear.  Mom.

Rudy shook his head free of the mournful thoughts and focused on thinking of just the hunt and his plans and who might show up.  Who else did know how to hunt at all, or who wanted to learn?  Tonight would serve both for keeping up on the food and supply and taking their minds away from the suffering inside their home and hearts.

Rudyard Carpathius