Hunting was something that Mortis felt he could really teach his children. He had been doing so since he was just a child himself. More so, hunting was a great way for the pups to learn about themselves. About how they walked, and how they used their noses. As well as what to pay attention to around them. He felt it was vital, and important.
He came home from his patrols early, though he was finding it harder and harder to duck away early these days. His father was on edge about something, and Basilisk was out of the pack lands searching for his own dad more often than not. Finding someone to cover part of his shits was getting harder.
But he managed it, and raced back to the clearing before their little house with enough morning to spare for a hunting trip. “Who wants to go hunting with me today!” He called out as he reached the house.
Marauder
