101 in feasting

Hazel came sprinting into view pretty quickly after his call. Huffing and catching her breath as she pulled to a stop before him. He snickered at her, and let her swipe at his paws before nudging her back. “Weeding?” he pulled a face. The errands he normally got pulled into were skinning things, organising things, cleaning things… learning the patrols, lessons, lessons, lessons… but weeding sounded pretty boring too.

“We are catching food, for the pack!” he declared, they were industrial little wolves. More likely than not, Basilisk would stuff his face with half of it before it made it back to the den. Considering the amount he ate, it was almost strange he didn’t have more puppy fat. “I was thinking we could make like a net, and cast it into the ocean, and see if we can get some fish. It’ll need a way to close, and something to attract them…’ he said, looking pointedly at her to help him with ideas.


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