fast food in the ol' home

It was a strange thing, wandering through the tall grass plains that use to be his home and were now going back to a plot of land without the care of a wolf pack given it.  The grass was growing up in spots where it had been worn down and where wolves had frequently trod.  The scent of prey animal was much stronger in the air now that they realized wolves were here less.  Certainly, Ashen wolves were likely already hunting here as well but that wasn’t the same as wolves living on a bit of land.

He was hunting with the heir of the Ashen Empire.  She was younger than him by a bit one to respect for her blood and station.  As Kotori scented the deer he slowed his stride.  The wind was blowing in the perfect direction for the two wolves but the deer wouldn’t have a clue, not by scent at least.  Hopefully, the princess would also be good at remaining silent as they drew in closer.

The black and white princess was of similar size as Kotori, both considerably large for even this tall grass to easily but it could be doable. “Two options,” Kotori offered, “one of us can spook it and run it straight to the other who will stay down low in the grass to jump it or we can just chase it down as a team, one on either side of it.”  Both methods worked and some wolves preferred one type over another.  He’d let Shuriken choose what she preferred or wanted more practice in.  “Your call.”

"Kotori Fatalis"