Gone to the Dogs

Kione was enjoying exploring the area, plenty of sun, trees and enough prey that it didn’t take too much effort to catch a rabbit.  The wild dog had always learned to hunt in a large pack and so had some decent skill at that but hunting alone was another matter.  Still, he’d learned how to be an opportunist and there were always some prey that was just outright stupid so even a novice lone hunter like him could grab something.

Kione smelled the blood of some dead animal and made his way towards the smell.  What he saw gave him pause.  One wolf versus a pack of dogs.  Which side did the wild dog want to take?  Neither one was his species but he had been getting on pretty well with the wolves he met lately.  The odds looked more entertaining anyway.  Kione grinned with his decision made.

The large-eared painted dog rushed out of the brush, picked out a dog closest to him.  The tannish mongrel was on the larger side of most.  He wasn’t the most confident but looked like he’d put up a good fight.  With a great deal of zeal, he rushed the dog, aiming straight for his throat.  The dog turned its head to meet him and Kione leaped out of the way with a laugh.  Kione circled about, his speed seemingly faster than the dog and eventually he got a bite on the dog's back leg.  Kione’s strong jaws squeezed in and a ‘crack’ sound was heard.  

Kione would kill it later.  He had only won that fight fast because he had caught them by surprise and Kione had done a great job of getting the attention of two of the others.


"Kione"