Caribou For Two

Kichi couldn’t recall any wolf seemingly so excited to see him.  Al didn’t count, that was a far closer relationship that Kichi treasured.  However, little Ricin he’d only said hi to a time or two while in the pack.  He’d run into him when Ry truly was little last year and saved the kid's life but it was over a year ago.  That was old news yet the boy sure was excited at Kichi joining him.  Kichi still looked at the boy and thought ‘little’ and yet admittedly the boy was now considerably larger than Kichi.  Whether it was the age difference or just something about his youthful cheer that gave that atmosphere he wasn’t sure nor did it matter.

“Doing pretty good.” Kichi glanced ahead towards where the prey waited and then looked back at Ricin as a thought struck him, “yourself?”  Small talk wasn’t a thing Kichi tended towards but hey he remembered to ask about the boy as well.  It seemed pretty obvious he was fine though.  

Kichi looked to the tracks and then ahead again, nodding, “I can smell it.”  Kichi strode past the boy, following the easy prints in the snow, if the snow got to falling harder he could switch to scenting it out but this was so easy.  Prey had to hate winter when it came to them trying to hide where they had gone.

The boy wanted to help him hunt?  Well, it was admittedly easier with two.  “Alright, simple. I’ll separate one from the group. You keep to the left side of it, don’t let it get around you.  If it can only go straight or turn to me things should go well.  If you can get a bite in a leg, do it.”

Kichi was improving plenty in his hunting skills but that didn’t mean he was a great teacher.  Knowing what to do and knowing how to explain it to others were two different things.  Still, he got a good basic idea out there even if it wasn’t the most refined.  “Be careful it doesn’t kick you.  It’ll at least break some bones.”  Kichi had only a few hunting lessons before alone so a lot of catching his own food ended with consequences for actions until he learned to respect the prey.

When they spotted the caribou herd the silver and white dog stayed low in the snow, his coloring much less noticeable in the snow than the bright blue near him.  “Let's get that one,” Kichi nodded to a younger-looking one, its coat still shorter and less muscling on the body.  “Let’s go.” That was all the warning Ricin got before Kichi went charging to the herd.  In Kichi there was a desire to cause pain, hate that needed to be spread amongst all, and while he lacked the size of some wolves that hate rolled off of him and seemed enough to encourage the caribou to not think about fighting.  The cluster ran and Kichi indeed would attempt to separate his chosen from the rest of the group.  

WC 511
Total Word Count  1424/1500

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