An Elephant Never Forgets

The other-child's reaction utterly shocked the blue-tinted boy, who reeled back in uncertainty as she approached him with jaws snapping. "I took it back!! Chill!" He insisted, eyes wide and heart beating rapidly. Why did she choose the smelly one over him? They were similar aged, wasn't there some comradery there? He didn't have long to think on it before the leader-female had calmed the loud bitey one, and Mitros squeezed up against Fin's leg beneath the dagger-like stare he continued to receive. It wasn't fair, they were supposed to be friends, she was supposed to agree that Medusa was smelly. Offended and indignant, Mitros stuck out his tongue at the child stealthily as the adults explained the plan.

He had to focus his attention away from the biting glare at the back of his head and toward the monochrome woman, memorizing his role and intent on following through with it as best as he was able. He would be running the opposite side as Havoc, and between the two the smelly Medusa would be squished. He could only hope that this kindly and not-smelly woman would be on his side, so Havoc would be the one distracted by the stench while they ran and not him.

As the group moved forward, the hunt commenced. The adult males took either side of the elephant and Corbie began to harass it. Mitros would have been happy to wait for it to begin it's flight, but he didn't have to look to know that that other kid wouldn't be sitting back and letting the job be done for her. Not willing to be outdone, he flanked the woman and made himself as large as he was able, barking and snarling with the rest of the group until the elephant broke and ran.

Falling into his position at Corbie's side, he did his part in chasing, keeping his body placed evenly between Fin on his flank and Corbie to his side and sprinting hard across the grass to encourage the beast onward. Speed was important, the adults had said, to ensure the creature could not stop in time before they made it to the cliff edge.

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