Killing Game!

Kichi had caught the scent of the bear from the stone steppe and followed the scent to where it got stronger at the base of the mountain.  Several trees hid part of the rocky slope up and while Kichi couldn’t see it his nose assured him the bear was close.  The bear hadn’t spotted him yet which was handy and while Kichi had more than once attacked a bear on his own this time he backed off.  Fighting bears alone didn’t always end with killing bears alone, most of the time the best he could hope for was scaring one off when alone.  This one had the scent of a polar bear which would make it even more dangerous.  It could also be fun.

Kichi jogged back closer to the pack land, howling for Alastor to ask him to meet at the edge of the steppe.  Kichi sat there, watching the direction of where the bear would be.  Slowly a plan was coming to mind that had the silver and white wolf grinning.  It was about time Alastor and him kill something together.  More than that though Kichi was thinking up a competitive game they could play at the same time.  Hopefully, Al wasn’t too busy in other ways.  Either way, Kichi waited either for Al to show up or a reply to the howl if he couldn’t come.

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