Pork crackling

Kat had followed the scent of one of his sisters towards the narrow strait that connected the two continents. This season was proving volatile and his breath misted before him, even though they should have had a few months yet of cooler, temperate weather. Winter already held Auster firmly in her grasp. It was making for good hunting, though, which he couldn't deny. Animals native to Auster were bunkering down or searching desperately for places to hide for the winter much earlier than they intended. Some of them were positively frantic, making them easy prey. Nothing like the sharpness of fear to hasten mistakes. Nevertheless, he still felt a pang when he dealt the killing blow, but he treated his prey with the honor it deserved. He did his best to use every part of the animal and saved some of their bones in his den. He'd amassed quite the collection over the last year.

Mochi had stopped to inspect the crowd of boar stampeding across the bifrost. They were churning up the sand that had been uncovered further from shore and some of the heavier boars were struggling to move quickly through it once they had made it that far. Apart from the land locked ones, smaller female wild pigs had crashed through the melted ice at the outskirts of the land bridge. The currents were choppy and unpredictable. Kat watched with a flat gaze as a few of them slipping below the surface, then crested the waves again. He doubted all of them would make it. It was the nature of their migration.

"Preference?" he said gruffly, gesturing towards the smaller females that struggled to swim or the larger males that were stifled by their own weight in the sand. Either choice had its merits, but he'd rather leave the choice to his sister. He would spend too long weighing the options and by then all that would be left were hoof prints.

wc: 325
total wc: 569/1500