A pup’s first fighting lesson

The wind shifts and carries Hattori’s scent closer to them. Even though the older male lingers and does not intervene, his scent alone is enough to terrify the animal. It screeches as it begins to thread around in Akito’s grasp. The pup clamps down on its paw as tight as he can, digging in his own paws and leaning his weight back to help his leverage. Though it would be easier when he is bigger to be able to pick up small animals and kill them near instantly, that is not something he can do now.

Both weasel and pup begin to tire. Their grips on each other strong but slowly beginning to tremble. Akito lets out persistent grunts and growls to let the weasel know he won’t give up. Blood is dripping from his cheek and from the weasel’s leg as it also stains the dirt beneath them. Soon, his determination would win and with the thread of Hattori’s capability to step in, the weasel gives up.

Akito takes his opportunity when he sees the window opening. Releasing his hold from the weasel’s leg, even though he is exhausted and in pain, he steps closer and grabs on to the weasel’s neck. Clamping down as hard as he can, he thrashes back and forth until the weasel grows limp in his jaws. Breathing heavy, Akito drops the furry creature to the ground and turns to look up at the Kaicho. Words do not leave him as his questioning gaze says it all. Did he do well?

Fight a small predator (Weasel) 3/3