Come here, Bambi

Kichi didn’t bother trying to socialize with most of the wolves but he didn’t ignore them either.  If someone wanted to speak with him or needed help he would give aid but too much loss and betrayal in his past had created a barrier inside him that he dare not let pass.  There was an exception to that and it would be Alastor and in turn Alastor's family.  The only other exception was Relm.  Both were links to the past that had not hurt him, the only ties to childhood that weren’t all bad.

It was good to have time with Alastors daughter and Kichi imagined he should have tried to spend time with her before but now the time seemed to be here.  Different wolves had their own means of strategy but when it came to hunting for pleasure Kichi enjoyed the one that included teamwork with someone he trusted.

“Let’s run it down together.  I can take the left, you take the right.  Go for the legs first, when its head lowers one of us will grab the neck to pull it the rest of the way.” Kichi shrugged adding, “the other helps to get it off balance if it's too stubborn to fall.”  Killing was a good way for the two to get to know each other after all.  

The deer was soon enough visible, a young stag that seemed confident in itself.  Farther away the scent of more deer, likely does could be tasted on the wind.  Perhaps this male was playing guardian.  Who knew?  Deer were dumb food animals and that was enough.

"Kichi"