Getting Tripped Up

Arcturus trotted along next to his mother, grinning with eager excitement as he followed her out on a hunt. They hadn't gotten to go out just the two of them in a little while, but they were going to make up for that today! He had loved their first hunt together and still thought about it a lot. He had always had a draw to hunting and clearly took after his mother in that way, but that day had really sparked his desire to get better and better at it. As soon as she suggested that they go trap and hunt some horses nearby he was on his feet and ready to go. Not that he'd really respond any differently to any suggestion she had made, but it was an animal he had never seen before and it was a new technique he hadn't tried yet so he was even more excited.

He listened dutifully as the plan was explained to him, nodding as she explained why she was picking the trees she picked to set up their trap, making sure to pay close attention. This seemed like the thing that could be really helpful for hunting larger animals. He had started to accept that he wasn't ever going to be as big as some wolves in their family and that he was going to more likely be closer to his parent's heights so it wasn't like he could really lean on being big to help hunt things. He looked at the rope that his mother brought with her, watching as she showed him how to cut it into pieces. "Okay!" he replied as she turned the knife she had been using toward him and he took it carefully before doing his best to replicate her motions. He wasn't quite as effortless with it like she was, but he managed and he cut it in the right spot so over all a win. He handed it back and grinned, asking, "What's next?"

"Arcturus Fatalis"