Head Hunting

The time had come, it was time to teach little Mira to hunt snakes. The brute smirked as he left his den, shaking his fur of the moss that had settled there. Easily padding closer into the plain he lifted his muzzle and let out a quick howl for Mirabelle. She would come, he knew that she would. He also needed to tell her something, he had a gift that he wanted to offer her. Not only would he teach her to hunt snakes, but he had something else to offer her. He was excited, he wanted to see how she would react.

While Bass waited, he sat his rump on the earth and waited for the dame to come. He did not know where everyone had made their dens, but he would soon ask and keep track of where everyone laid their heads at night. It would make it much easier to find them. The pale brute watched the sun rise lazily, it was early morning but he wanted to start before the snakes come into the sun to bask. They had not yet woken up, so it would be a lot easier to teach her first, and then put her new skills to the test. Plus, it would take time for her surprise to be accepted, he was sure that there would be a large reaction.