Hunting Can Be Fun

Lyre speaks in quiet, even tones and Keahi nods in silent agreement to her assessment. When, the shorter wolf skirts around the tree, the red wolf is close behind, nodding once more as the older, limping target is picked out. With that, her red body crouches low and the pair work to get closer to their target, staying downwind and remaining quiet as they move. Once they are as close as Keahi dares to get, the red wolf stops moving to prepare for the chase. She coils her body like a spring, muscles tensing as they store a short burst of explosive speed. The older, hurt cow crops at some grass that peeks out from the snow, paused in its limping movements to eat.

Casting a short glance to Lyre, Keahi bursts from their hiding spot, the coiled energy sending her rocketing forward at break-neck speed. She remains silent, racing toward the unsuspecting target in hopes to bring it do quickly. The herd senses danger and call of alarm rings through the forest as the caribou turn to flee. The cow is limping and it is far more difficult for her to break out into flat a run like the younger ones in her group. Keahi is hot on the prey’s heels, rushing up toward its right side to snap at hind legs and keep it locked between the two wolves.


"Keahi Mogotsi"