a baby buff-fellow

Hattori was somewhat surprised to see his youngest son join him for the hunt. He could not say he approved of his behaviour-or lack of it- as of late, but seeing him out here intending to hunt was certainly better than him lurking around the palace grounds. He was almost a yearling, just a few months off now, and was already lagging far behind his siblings in terms of skill. If he wished to keep pace with the rest than he would do well to keep up these sorts of ventures, to push himself hard to fall back into line.

Allowing his son to take the lead on this hunt, Hattori fell into a steady rhythm as he ran, paws thudding as they gave chase to the panicked calf from the other side. It could cry out as much as it wanted, no one was here to save it. How would the boy want to approach this hunt? Run it down till it had no energy left? It was a sound tactic, one that had served wolves well for countless generations.