The Fuck Is This? The Fuck Is That?

A huge pup joins the hunting party and Malico eyes them, not unkindly as he remembers the youth from a previous hunt. When he asks to join the hunt, the purple man offers him a dip of his head in agreement and a warm smile as he says, “Of course.” A fiery-marked woman rounds out the group and he nods in greeting to her, saying, “That would be great.” Once they have all gathered and had time to inspect their prey, he turns to the wolves and softly says, “As you can see, the moose seems to have lesions growing all over it. Try not to bite it as we don’t know if this animal is carrying some strange disease that it could pass to us.”

Taking a deep breath, he lays out the plan, “We will attack as one and chase down the moose.” Lifting a paw to point at the crystal crowned youth, he says, “You and I will take the right side. That leaves you two,” paw waves at the two red wolves, “to take its left side. We will try to exhaust it and, when the time is right, I will try to hobble it and then go for its throat.” Flexing his lifted paw, he shows the obsidian claws that are hidden to emphasis the fact that he will not be biting the sick animal. “Be careful and don’t let it kick you or hit you with its antlers.”

Meeting each wolf’s gaze for a long moment, he tries to stress the importance of the situation before he peels away from the group, leading the younger wolf down the short slop and toward the burrowing moose. There are no trees to hide their approach so, as they move, Malico begins picking speed until his long legs are galloping across the distance and startling their wild prey. It sends them scrambling up and out of their hole as he moves toward the beast’s right side and snaps at its heel, forcing it to run away from the attacking wolves.


"Malico Mendacium"