Space to Run

Nako stood at the bottom of the hill with head tilted up at the sky in the early winter slush, in a strange limbo as he listened to the world. A swirl of air wrapping around him, the half dozen feathers bounced along the fur of his head and neck. Nako opened his mismatched eyes at the sound of the wind through the trees, enjoying the noise as if it was his mother making calming sounds to lull him to sleep. The pup twisted his neck to the side to gaze at his pelt color... the shades of grey, the white of his paws, a rumble of satisfaction coming from his maw. What was it his father had called them? Hunter colors? Ya, maybe that was it. A half smile creased his maw and he turned around to make his way back home up the hill. Nako meandered through the trees towards the den, taking a moment of pause to shake his pelt free of snow.

A useful tip was given to him by his father when the young wolf asked to go outside. Widen his paws on the snow so as to not sink into the winter skyfall as much. A flicker of movement crossed the corner of his right eye and the bastard pup's head snapped to look at its source, a paw halted in midair. "Baby bunny..." Nako looked at the little snow rabbit shivering on the base of a tree, its mother coming out and ushering it back inside. A good thing too, Nako catching the foggy breath of a gyrfalcon in the trees above. The wintery feathered raptor was staring at him, the juvenile staring back all the time as he resumed his trudge to the den. The first tree that bore the mark on his and his fathers shoulder mark being passed, wandering gaze catching the movement of his sister Anais just along the edge of the clearing. Nako got low as he stalked up to his sister, and pounced.