Armada Expansion: Hunting

He smirked at his uncle at the question. “I guess you haven’t heard, then?” he said, shaking his head with a sigh. “Grandfather declared I eat more then five wolves and need to bring in prey every week - so a fair amount” He explained. A little embarrassed about how hungry he was all the time. But decided his best tactic was to own it. He was bigger than the Dire’s of the pack now, after all.


Basilisk perked up at hearing how he and his uncle would take the front. That would mean wrestling their prey, and that sounded fine to him. He knew his size would come in handy for these parts of a hunt. As Wren led Grimoire away, he turned his attention to Kotori, curious if the other wolf would try to take control of the group of two. There was a hint of competition in his eyes. The young Fatalis wolf had a lot to prove, after all.

Kotori moved off, and the younger wolf kept pace beside him. Splitting off wordlessly to separate sections to enlarge their killing floor as they waited for the ox to be driven towards them. They didn’t have to wait long before it was charging down towards them, and the boy tensed, waiting for his chance to strike.


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