Digging a hole to china

The tall icy-hued boy picks pronghorn and Tove gives a small, rough chuckle at his excitement. With a dip of her head, she indicates for him to lead and Mitros is quick to pick up the prey’s trail. He leads her to the nearby pronghorns and, as he crouches low, so does the older woman, ears shifting and nose twitching as he makes sure that they are in a good position. Mitros turns to gesture at the animals and the scarred wolf moves up to join the tall boy at his side.

She knows exactly where the trap is and the perfect route to take as they drive the animal toward it. Looking to the taller boy, Tove offers him a small smile and short dip of her head before returning her attention to the herd. A large, healthy pronghorn catches her eye and the older wolf readies her body to chase after it. Sucking in a deep breath, the scarred woman releases the air in one long exhale while launching herself forward.

Rocketing toward the prey, the older woman growls as loud as she can once she near the animals, causing them to jump and begin to scatter. As they move, Tove runs up beside her target and snaps at its front leg. The pronghorn veers away and unknowingly set itself onto the course the wolves have picked for it. Once it is where she wants it, the red and blue woman drops back and runs slightly behind the right side of the animal. If it tries to veer off course, she can rush forward to hem it back it. Meanwhile, she snaps at its hind leg to keep it racing toward their awaiting trap.


"Tove Baade"