Digging a hole to china

The pronghorn runs and Mitros joins the chase. Tove gives the prey some room, driving it onward without forcing it into her hunting partner. She remembers where the trap was laid, had set landmarks in her head to look for as she neared and completely forgot to mention that the icy-boy should do the same. As they near, the older wolf suddenly slows and watches in horror as Mitros continues to rocket forward. Oh shit!

Their trap gives, sending the pronghorn crashes down into the earth. It screams as it falls, the sound of breaking legs filling the air and Tove watches the tall boy with great fear. Luckily, he manages not to follow the animal down, although, it might have been a bad thing if he did. The downed prey animal would have provided padding for him and it might have even broken the poor screaming things neck. Shooting the boy an amused smile and gentle shake of her head, the scarred woman leaps down into their trap to end the struggling animal’s life.

Opening its neck, Tove stands guard over the creature, ensuring its transition from this life into the next is as swift as she can possibly make it. Once the pronghorn is dead, the older woman nimbly leaps back up out of the hole and shakes out her coat. Turning to Mitros, she gives the boy a warm, friendly smile as she says, “Good job. Next time… remember to look for landmarks.” A rough, gravely chuckle fills the air as the pair then set about removing the pronghorn and divvying up the meat.


"Tove Baade"