Orphan to Orphan

The sick cat’s blood was splashed here and there over the grey and white wolf's blood and of course, some of it was his own.  Kichi was aware that it was questionable what spread the sickness that was going around but what to do was quite simple in his mind.  Since food still needed to be hunted and predators still needed to be dealt with he would live his life as he had up to this point.  Did blood contact play a part?  Unless Kichi planned to go on a long-term fasting program that was just a risk to take, which meant killing sick predators was all the same.  Anyway, he enjoyed killing things.

Asking the boy if he was alright got Kichi an apology in answer.  The boy looked at the small pup with some bemusement at the need for an apology of all things.  “I like killing,” Kichi explained, “so no need to apologize, it was a bit of fun.”  

How many deaths would it take to give him a sense of peace?  At least one more seemed a good answer.  Kichi looked at the boy and could recall what it felt like to be alone at a young age.  At least this kid had a brother.  Kichi was imagining of course an older brother and perhaps a family father off waiting for them.  Normal wolves had packs or at least a few family members to live with.

The boy's cry of alarm was a surprise as was the reason for the alarm.  Kichi glanced at the patch of blood on his shoulder that was indeed his own.  “It’s fine.” Kichi lay down next to the boy, “Let me tell you one of life’s truths,” the grey and white wolf offered, “If a wound isn’t bad enough to kill you or weaken you overly then it doesn’t matter.  The cougar didn’t have the strength it would have had if it wasn’t sick so the wound isn’t deep.”  Kichi had more than enough scars on both face and body so if this even scarred it would hardly be noticeable.

“Now,” Kichi added, “when you’ve calmed down I’ll help you find your brother .  “Do you belong to one of the nearby packs?”

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