Choose your prey better

Kichi wasn’t going close to initiate with the tiger again but as Fern looked for an opening he did indeed help in a safe fashion.  He had found a decent-sized rock buried in the snow and kicked it towards the cat.  It hadn’t even managed to hit but it did cause the tiger to turn his head to look at a potential threat.  Kichi had glared at it and snarled and that had been enough for Fern apparently.

Kichi stepped back some as Fern got near him.  Sure, get the tiger to remember him again.  The angry tiger was looking at both of them.  It was injured, they weren’t.  At least Kichi wasn’t, he didn’t think the other wolf was but certainly wasn’t taking time to look her over better.  The boy showed his teeth to the tiger again, his defiant hate of life staring into the angry cat’s eyes.  Kichi had earned his scars facing things stronger than himself and right now the tiger needed to know he’d fight it till death.  Not really but, the tiger didn’t need to know that.

The large animal hesitated but its injuries gave the wolves the upper hand and it was aware.  The prey it had wanted was gone.  The tiger gave them another snarl before warily turning to leave, first slowly then picking up speed.  Kichi smirked as even moving faster it was a strong limp.  With a slow exhale and lowering some of his tense muscles he looked to Fern lying in the snow.

“Well, what is it you want of us?”  Helping someone for no gain wasn’t a thing.  Everyone had a reason whether or not they consciously thought of it, whether or not they admitted to it, they always wanted something.  He didn’t ask if she was fine, if she wanted him to know she would tell him and if she didn’t want him to know he didn’t care.  Instead he glanced up, “C’mon Torch, its gone.”  

From around a hill and bolder the tiny fanged deer lept up from its hiding spot and bounding back closer to the wolves.

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