The Fuck Is This? The Fuck Is That?

Malico and the pup are racing along the right side of the moose and, when the oddly portioned youth swipes at the prey animal and almost falls over, the older man is there to nudge him gently back upright. A wink is given in an attempt to show that enjoys the spirited pup’s enthusiasm while also letting him know he is there to help. The group thunders across the icy landscape, sending snow out in all directions as they gallop along.

Steam fills the air as they breathe and he notices that the large animal is beginning to slow. A bellow of pain fills the air and Malico notices the beast stumble and he is racing forward, claws finding the soft flesh above the back-right hoof and snagging deeply. The stumble turns into a fall as it careens into the snow, sending the powder spewing out around its body and cascading down hunting as they converge on the downed animal. He is moving to the head, snarling as his claws seek the neck, attempting to tear open the throat and end its life.

This is a mercy, in Malico’s mind, as the moose must be suffering and he only wishes to end its pain and stop any potential disease it might have from spreading. Hot blood spews onto the cold snow, stemming as it exits the downed creature’s body and he watches as the life slowly fades from the prey animal’s eyes.


"Malico Mendacium"