Birds of a feather

His nephew recently returned to Elysium and with that Deimos decided it was a good opportunity to take the aspiring hunter out on a hunt to see how he did. The pack was full of young wolves–some of them his own children–so he was trying to help where he could do give them opportunities to learn and prepare to take over some of the more important roles in the pack. From what Manea was telling him Malico was shaping up to be a quite skilled hunter, but he had no doubt that Manea would speak highly of her children so he would rather see it for himself. Given the fact that it was winter it did mean that their choices for prey were more limited, but that just meant they would need to get creative with their hunt.

He brought Malico out past the Firefly Lake to the dense thicket on the other side since he knew that this place was always teeming with birds and small prey alike. Sure, it was always a challenge to bring down a large animal like a buffalo or elk, but there was a lot of strategy and difficulty in going to the opposite end of the spectrum as well. This hunt felt more like a challenge or a hunt for sport than it did a trip to bring back large amounts of food, but this kind of hunt had its own kind of value in his eyes. Sharp skills and minds were just as valuable in the right applications. They reached the edge of the thicket and he glanced toward his nephew, saying, "I can hear the chips of the birds already... Any ideas for how to approach this or how to catch them?" He had his own ideas, of course, but he wanted to see what Malico would have in mind first.

"Deimos Mendacium"