Catch and not so release

Kichi returned Manea’s grin, not that he knew the plan but killing things was one of the few things that Kichi had found that could give him pleasure in life.  He’d spent enough time with no hope or goals to learn how to hate the world and it wasn’t much of a jump from that to a desire to kill those living in the world.  Those who had a normal perfect life without the pain and suffering the world had dumped on Kichi.  That festering hate had rotted his heart and the cure to warm it up was spilling the blood of another.

He followed her curious of more than just the prey.  Hunting with her would offer Kichi another bit of insight into who this woman was that Alastor had given his heart to. Once the deer were in sight he sought out the young reindeer Manea meant while he listened to her plan.  As she had labeled it, the plan was fast and simple.  Take the youngling down before allowing it a chance to escape or get help from its herd.  The reindeer may or may not defend a living calf, hell if Kichi knew what got into their minds between running and retaliating but, they didn’t seem to focus on revenge once a herd member was dead.

“I could move a ways off at an angle?" Kichi nodded towards a spot that would have him at about a ninety-degree angle.  If she got to it from behind he could attempt to come up from more the path of its shoulder to slam into it.  Perhaps the two wolves being from different directions would make her plan smoother.  She was a better hunter than him though, at least he assumed she was.  Al wouldn’t want someone who wasn’t the best and the best would be great at hunting.  If she agreed he’d go get in position otherwise simply wait for her to give a signal.

"Kichi"