Strips Of Black With Smears Of Red

Kione was likewise conveniently out patrolling, a thing some wolves called work.  Kione called it fun, all the more so if he spotted something good to go kill.  The painted wolf felt frisky, prancing at points before pausing to carefully check out an area before moving along again.  His giant radar ears heard the boy’s call and what would have been a small step forward became a huge leap.

The kid’s proving themselves was great but preferably with help close by.  The painted dog wasted no time in making his way to where the young were facing off with the cat.  “Hullo lad,” the call came in mid-stride as the reckless wild dog slammed his being into the tiger’s shoulder.  He had hoped to bite onto the tiger also but the damn thing had spun about planning to cut and bite into Kione all at once.

Kione continued his spring, hopping away from the claws and mouth but with little damage done other than to upset the beast and a quick distraction. “Alright, let's make you a new pelt,” Kione hollered back cheerfully to the boy. “You go for the back little bro, and I’ll get the end with the teeth.”


"Kione"