Sleeping In

Nako led his half sister at a slow amble towards the lake. His deaf ear flicked at her question regarding hunting. Except on wolves. The grey male pinned his ears at that question. Not once had he ever thought of it like that. What his father had taught him, it was in a sense like taking down prey. But this prey would be a wolf. With fangs and claws and techniques and experience. Suddenly Nako didn't feel so comfortable in teaching Anais, giving a worried glance back at his sister. Uncertainty suddenly plagued the young adult's mind. But his sister in all her curiousness would need an answer, Nako mulling over the words in his head before he spoke.?"Yes... dad says that he hopes we never have to... but if the times comes and we must, it is his wish that our thoughts won't linger on who's life we've taken and that we continue on."

They arrived by the shore, mismatched eyes staring out over the still lake water. It was strangely just him and his sister around. But he had gotten to thinking about what questions Anais could ask further. And he didn't want he going to Bane about this one. There were some things that should never be asked to a warrior.?"Dad, has never said how many wolves he's killed in the battles of what is now the ashlands, but it was enough for him to dwell on it for a long time afterwards before he came here." Nako signed. He honestly didn't know what to do all of a sudden and his demeanor certainly reflected that. A paw gingerly stepped into the lake to test the firmness of the bottom. Sandy and firm, toes wriggling to let the grit sift around. "So. Do you still want to know what it's like to mime killing?" A tone seeped into those words. Firm with a hint of bitterness. There had been things Bane had told him and his brother. Things that he hoped Anais never had to hear or let alone act out by necessity.