Solo Hungry As A Wolf

[Dash]

29 Fall 519 AV

Word of the fires had spread as a danger warning to all Inarta and Dash kept this in the front of his mind as he double-checked the strap on his quiver. Large hands and fingers fumbled at the catchings in his anticipation of an outing and he dropped an arrow. Dash frowned at his ineptitude of human form. He would change later to make it easier. He didn't like being fettered with extras but it made sense if he were to be a good provider in his pack.

He took a chime to gather his composure and scrutinize his gear in an attempt to be calmer. Dash adjusted his Sontav a bit and put in two meal rations into the backpack just in case.

The sun would be up soon and one of the best times to hunt was rapidly approaching. He needed to stop messing around in human form already and get things done. Despite eating breakfast a short while ago, he was hungry. Just before leaving for the warrens, he paused and took in everything he could. He opened his mouth slightly, aiding his already powerful scenting ability and let his sharp gaze adjust to different lighting. A few stinking Deks were replacing lights and cleaning some of the rooms. Dash's nose didn't consider their body odor a good or bad scent, but rather a weak or strong one. Being able to identify scents was a source of pride and very few things were a truly 'bad' smell. Once the Deks moved far enough away not to notice him, the slim man crossed the threshold with everything ready to go.

The inner warrens were comforting and he instantly responded to the appeal of an age old denning instinct. The scents whirled around him as the air reacted to his abrupt passage. People's bodies and breath, ancient stone, packed down dirt, clothing dye, perfume, hot glass, tantalizing bits of food, the pure smell of Wind Eagle and many other odors combined to give it the smell of home. An odd wisp of something spidery had his pupils dilating in wariness for a moment. That Symenos they let in. His nostrils flared at the thought of the poisonous predator within their midst and he sped up to get away from it.

Myriad voices echoed off the walls and bent around corners, sounds chasing each other through uneven ceilings and whispering back with the susurrus of his own bryda moving against his long legs. The young Kelvic listened to the sound of his lengthening stride and he nodded to himself as he neared the exit.

The first hint of sun rose in muted wet colors and the air was tinged with rain and smoke from wild fires nearby. It was raining again, a soft drizzle that slowly soaked everything like a wet blanket. A few gulls screeched a greeting to the Terns and Dash's keen eyes drifted upwards. To be able to fly! He loved running but only because it was as close to flying as he could get.

The birds dipped and glided while still more were trying to ride the thermals above the cloud cover. He watched in admiration as one of them dove so fast he could barely follow it. With wings tightly folded back to the body, it was a beautiful and deadly arrow aiming at a large fish below the bay's surface. A tic later, it soared out of the water, holding its prey with sharp talons and proud head held high. The falcon yelled defiantly at any bird that dare even look in its direction and it flew too high to follow.

'Now that's a strong hunter.' he thought to himself.

The soaking wet sea breeze tried to clear the air of the smoky smell and it really did a fine job with the gusts of air. A quick burst of wind slammed into his face and Dash paused for a long moment, raising his face into the blast. Even in human form, he enjoyed few things more than fresh air laden with a myriad of natural smells. He focused intense yellow eyes at the cloudy sunrise, and pierced the wet, gloomy looking morning. The increasing rain didn't dampen his enthusiasm for hunting even a little.

Dash headed on to his favorite starting spot, trying to decide whether or not to change forms. Sitting quietly, he waited and watched anything around him that moved. The rain ran over him unheeded as he continued his vigilance. People came out to hunt and not everyone could find a partner right away. He was patient and knew one would show up eventually. Adapt and overcome. He watched closely as a couple hunters started their day. Their clothing showed an Avora and a Chiet. Inclining postures gave evidence that they shared an intimate relationship. The rain masked most of their scents and that irritated him a little. He liked being able to smell things. Dash's mind drifted to the necessity of human contact. He couldn't just rush out alone, nor could he just waste the day when hunting was necessary. And he was sure hungry enough to make hunting a priority even without the goad of pride.

First checking the wind direction, the red wolf Kelvic climbed up the large rock, hoping for a better view. The rain pattered down, making a comforting sound but it did worry him that hearing prey would be harder. Rain dripped off the end of his nose and Dash's stomach growled obnoxiously, increasing his urgency to a higher degree. He wanted to change forms but it wasn't practical until he could join a human that depended on speaking words. It also rendered him unable to speak. It made him faster and his senses sharper, but still not enough to ever go solo out in the forest. Stoically, he waited, knowing from every other hunt, that at least half a dozen would leave looking for a hunting partner or two.


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[Dash]

'YOU IDIOT!' he scolded himself in a harsh whisper. Standing on a rock and making himself a larger target to be seen easier! He chided himself and hoped his hunting mentor was nowhere near to witness the blatant error. Dash sat with a quick movement and rearranged his limbs more comfortably.

Relentlessly the hard rain pounded at his muscled body, but he remained as still as the large white rock beneath him. He'd like to shift but waiting was unavoidable. Well he could take his boots off at least.

A multitude of chattering voices interrupted the sizzling sound of the steady rain and he'd pin his ear back if he could. Unnecessary or loud noise really irritated Dash and he didn't like it one bit. A female teacher rounded the corner with a passel of Yasi milling around her like cubs with a den mother.

They were far enough to be out of clear range of human hearing but Dash wasn't human. He wasn't full wolf nor was he considered full Inarta. As a Kelvic he would never be fully accepted by his wild cousins or the Inarta he'd been raised with for the last four years.

"Now that lazy person on a rock should have planned ahead to meet someone before going out into the forest. Even just sitting there alone, can make you a target for dangerous beasts." she lectured her students in a condescending tone.

Dash said nothing, knowing that sitting cross legged on a rock would hide his Avora status. There was no need to call her to task for she was no threat to him at all. He knew he could take her life with ease, as well as the pack of children with her.

"While we forage, we'll need to keep our memories sharp on that list of items needed." She nudged one of the taller students and said quietly to him, "Go ask if he would like to do something productive with us instead of sitting around doing absolutely nothing."

The boy gave a meek 'yes Chiet' and headed in Dash's direction.

The Red Wolf Kelvic frowned at the comments and scowled fiercely the moment the lad approached him. Immediately Dash stepped off the rock and stood tall, his Avora decorated bryda might be soaked but were much better displayed now. Posturing was imperative when dealing with other living creatures and saved a lot of needless words. He squared his muscled shoulders while adjusting his quiver. Glaring with open hostility, Dash bared his teeth at the boy and pinned him with a hard stare.

'Go away, I don't want to waste my time talking to your kind. Shoo!' the Kelvic thought, holding his posture rigidly until the boy stopped mid-stride.

The Yasis tittered at the faux pas and then looked nervous at the savage, inhuman eyes. It was that creature that roamed around. Wasn't even real Inarta! The teacher blushed at her assumption and called the boy back to her. She gave one last nervous look over her shoulder and herded them quickly away from the outsider.

'People suck.' Dash thought for the millionth time, relaxing his shoulders and making sure to stand and display his status to prevent any other confusion.

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[Bricken]

Bricken had travelled with the rest of his class to the morning Bendi. This was their final day of wilderness study, and they would be assisting with foraging a few various things from the watchful eye of their teacher and a single Endal who would be arriving soon. Bricken rode in the hands of a girl with large red curls surrounding her head. Chovina was sweet despite her general quiet demeanor, and she had grown to enjoy telling stories to Bricken about fantastical events of Wind Reach, and least minded helping to transport him around.

The rain was not very appreciated to the clay-like material Bricken was made from. While water was unpleasant, it didn't provide much danger beyond a little extra tiredness from creating form with a wet body. The class arrived at the meeting area, and Bricken followed the eyes to a man sitting on a rock.
The teacher with them today was Nimala, known for being religious and quite a bit no-nonsense. She ran down the list of forage they would see, noting what the city needed most, and pointed out the man on the rock. Bricken figured someone from another caste could provide use, as their Endal watcher would be occupied with keeping an eye out for danger.

Chima was sent to speak to the man. He was by far the most comfortable in the current Bendi, and had his bow and quiver strapped to his back in preparation for any potential hunting that could happen despite the knowledge they would be simply foraging today. Bricken wanted a bow, but the idea of him using one of a regular size was laughable at best.
The man gave body language that Bricken had come to associate with "do not bother me" to his classmate, but something about it was a little more intense than what humans would usually pull off. Something animal-like about it. He felt a click in his nexus as he remembered talk about a kelvic Avora, who took the form of a wolf from time to time during hunts. He felt Chovina's pulse quicken at the idea of finally meeting one of these animal-man hybrids. Nimala wasn't warm to kelvics, even if they held a higher caste, judging by her reaction when she heard kids talking about the man.

It was around then that the Endal arrived. The woman rode in on her eagle, a massive auburn-maroon beast, and landed with surprising grace not far from the children. She hopped off, the eagle shaking its feathers back into place and wicking away some of the rain.
"Greetings, Yasi," she stated simply, "I am Nima. This is my partner, Grite." The eagle gave a clack of its beak, causing a brief worried look from Nima.
"She worries about children," she clarified. Bricken felt awe at the communication between them as well as the concern from the eagle itself. This was the closest he had been to one of them, and the first time he had ever personally interacted. Grite tilted her head, and Nima bit her lip with a tiny nod. Telepathic connection.

The Endal noticed the man on the rock. "Dash?" she called, recognizing the Avora. Bricken wondered if they had ever hunted together, or if the city was just so tight-knit that most of the upper castes would know each other.

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[Dash]

The wind rushed at his face and the overwhelming scent and sight of a Wind Eagle slapped him so hard he stepped back in alarm. He'd seen them from a distance, but rarely so.. close! Dash's eyes were nearly all yellow as his pupils disappeared in apprehension. Licking his lips nervously, he lifted his face to identify the scents as quickly as possible.

Grite and Endal Nima flew in gracefully despite the downpour in a commanding and awe inspiring presence! The powerful woman commanded him and he ran forward to obey her with proper submissive behavior. It wouldn't do to invoke the wrath of such a highly respected Alpha pair.

With a swift stride, he jogged toward the impressive pair, working up the courage to approach an entire group of Inarta, en masse. He stood before the woman, keeping a very respectful distance from Grite.

"Yes Endal." Dash answered immediately, averting his eyes so as not to appear too assertive. His Nari was a quiet but audible chirp of sound. Grite was magnificent and he memorized the incredible scent of Endal and Wind Eagle so very close. There were two strange scents that he couldn't quite identify. A pale, ghostly girl that smelled of hot glass drew a swift gaze as he stared at Kesara briefly. She met his eyes quiet and confident, not threatening but not afraid either.

'Ah! Konti!' the thought was triumphant as he finally identified a scent to match something he'd only ever heard of before. She must have great camouflage in winter! That would be a great advantage in hunting! But this girl smelled of hot glass which meant glass blower. Or glass blower in training. His nod was brief in respecting someone who could make his favorite thing in the world.

Glass was the only thing he knew that both remained still, yet moved at the same time. It changed colors in different light, moving rainbows while the glass itself was stationary!

The second scent he'd never even knew existed. It was the most peculiar combination of wet clay and dirt---but it smelled alive! What the petch was that?! His curiosity was piqued at something new to smell. It wasn't a threatening odor and he scanned the sea of little red heads for something different.

A a..blob was carried in a Yasi's hands and it seemed to be looking back at him with the same acute curiosity.

Dash chewed his bottom lip and readjusted the quiver over his shoulder to show he was Endal Nima's to command as she wished. No one was stupid enough to keep an Endal or her Wind Eagle waiting for anything.

His obedient alacrity was a combination of animal instinct and deeply conditioned training for the first two years of life. The highest of the highest caste that existed standing before a young Kelvic like him! The Kelvic's instinct knew that alpha females were the center of a pack and there would -be- no pack without the all important alpha female. At all times, she should be accorded the utmost respect, obedience and submission.

Ready as he was to obey, he kept glancing in open fascination at the living clay smell. Dash had never smelled anything like it in his short life and he wanted a chance to investigate it much more closely.


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[Bricken]

The more Bricken watched the man, the more animalistic traits he could pick up on. Whereas other Inarta viewed those of higher castes with respect and honor, he seemed to see Nima as a pack alpha, keeping his gaze low and small as if a wrong move would result in the redheaded woman snapping at him.
Bricken was almost as far from an animal as one could be. He was a being of alchemic creation, after all. He had instincts to fuel his body with clay and sleep, but none in regards to socialization beyond a driving curiosity and innate goal to reach a final, educated form before his stony death.

Bricken was vaguely familiar with the kids of the second advanced glass. The konti stood out to him most, but a few conversations of before had brought out a small friendship. Chovina was his closest friend of the Yasi. She found him to be an excellent listener to her many stories, absorbing her tales like a sponge and providing many questions and interested remarks. He had tried to befriend Thisma, as a fellow outcast, but she openly saw him with scorn. Speaking of her, she was over near the edge of the group, her brown hair sticking out. She seemed to be not even paying attention to the endal.

Meanwhile, a few of the kids had cautiously approached Grite. While meeting a Wind Eagle was not rare for Yasi, as especially in younger grades they would go on field trips to visit the magnificent birds. Older grades usually went in an attempt to let the young eagles meet potential riders. Bricken knew he lacked the ability to bond with an Eagle at all, but he really did not get upset over it.
"Nice to meet you, Nima. As with you, Grite." a girl from his class with wild golden eyes stood directly before the Eagle. Grite gave a sideways glance, giving a quick ruffle of feathers. Nima smiled. Her twin stood a little further back. Rumors held that a young Wind Eagle had taken a liking to Iska.
Nima gave a warm smile. The kelvic, Dash, seemed prepared to leap off at a moment's notice to do whatever the Endal wished.
"She and I are happy to help today. As your teacher said, you'll be kept a close eye on, and will be foraging for some wild plants. Grite and I will stay close overhead, and Dash here-" she nodded to the man "-I want him to stay on the ground and keep an eye out. The wilds of Kalea are dangerous. And who knows, maybe having a wolf on the move will give the beasts a chance to think twice. We will begin shortly right after Grite and I scope out the area - stay close to here."

With that, Grite lowered herself in preparation for her rider. Nima seemed to effortlessly work onto her. Grite gave a shake of her tail before taking off in a gust of wind.
The kids were happy to have another moment to chat. Bricken caught bits and bobs of conversation coming from the splitting groups.
"Did you know Nima wasn't even Grite's first rider? Yeah, she was originally ridden by a young girl."

"I wish we could have been hunting. I'm tired of picking berries."

However, Chovina had not split into a group and instead carried Bricken over to where Dash was standing. She stared openly at him, and Bricken was perfectly fine with being able to be closer with the mysterious man. The girl asked the question on both their minds.
"Can you really turn into a wolf?"

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[Dash]

Dash was immediately conflicted but in the end, he knew he had no choice but to obey the Endal. Not one to waste words, he nodded quickly to acknowledge what she'd said, but didn't speak because she'd asked him nothing. The young man stood still, not quite noticing the downpour buffeting him in a constant thrumming wave of sound.

He was sorely disappointed he couldn't go hunting today. All he'd wanted was for someone to carry his stuff so he could change to a wolf and hunt. Any idiot Dek pack mule would've suited his purpose. Now he'd been reluctantly roped into babysitting while they looked at plants of all things! How would he build any skills? There wasn't any way for him to improve his hunting if he was looking at kids and vegetables. Now he couldn't provide like a proper hunter. Today he wouldn't eat because he didn't hunt. He had no right to eat if he was about to spend a day baby sitting Yasis and looking at flowers. But what choice was there?

Trying to calm himself, he thought, 'You have a responsibility as an Avora to provide. Now that you can't provide food, you can provide protection. And with an Endal and Wind Eagle! Set a good example for them to learn from so they can grow up and be useful. Show them how important it is to obey the higher castes. It could be a very good thing to experience. You can do this. You're not a Yasi anymore. They are.'

He warily eyed the group of Yasis, his open distrust clearly written on his features and bit his lip at the situation. The young voices carried easily on wind and the Avora couldn't agree more. 'I'm no petching berry picker either. That kid could have good bird potential with those calm, sure, hand and arm movements. At least I could be my wolf self while there's a Wind Eagle here! There were amazi--'

A stronger, more earthy clay smell flooded his senses and the footsteps squeaking on wet grass quickly broke the introspection. He looked down to see a Yasi female and the living clay she held out so carefully. It took him a chime to figure out what she asked as he stared at them. With his red headed nature, Dash inevitably flushed red in embarrassment. He nodded his assent and fought the urge to ask a million questions of the mysterious living clay.

The rain abruptly lessened to a mist and gave everyone a much welcomed respite from the loud soaking downpour.
Not wanting to seem as though he was remiss in his duty to both the Endal and Wind Eagle, he gathered up his boots and started removing the quiver and arrows from his shoulders. There was no way he could shift with clothes on. Well, he could but then they'd be shredded.

This is the worst timing! Finally a new scent he'd never met and he'd have to hurry any questions he had in order to shift! Sometimes shyte happened and there was nothing to be done for it but take it. Ah! He'd just shift back and forth and not care if the Yasis stared at him. He could, would be, fine near so many people. If they shut up.

The Kelvic knew he'd have to change soon which would render him mute and for the first time in a long time, that was frustrating. Rain had turned his hair into an unruly, tangled mess his clothes clung in sodden folds. Abruptly, he gave a rapid short shake, making the water sluice off of him and onto the girl and clay thing. Intensely curious, his head tilted sharply to the left as he asked swiftly in Nari,

"What are your names and what is that living clay you're holding? I've never smelled--uh, seen anything like it."

Dash had no idea that not only had he dog-shaked all over the pair, but he was giving off a very distinctive reek of wet dog.

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[Dash]

*carrying on sans Bricky*

Curiosity sated and the kids returned to their group behind the teacher, Dash left his clothing and possessions in the lee of the white rock. In a breath, he shifted to wolf form and dashed toward the group in a burst of energy and enthusiasm. A few kids were startled by his mock charge toward them and shrieked in surprise. The wolf feinted right, nudging them to avoid him with the purpose of moving them closer to the teacher.

His energetic presence established, he gave a sharp howl bark yelp sound that only a Red Wolf could make. Now the Endal would know he was on duty and ready to give everything he had to the task at hand. Grite cried a fierce note and moved on ahead, leaving the ground protection entirely to the Avora. The clay and its Yasi friend lagged a little to the side while they chatted and he nudged her gently with a cold wet nose to keep up with the rest.

The kids kept moving and shifting their places restlessly wandering away from the group which soon became frustrating. Dash was NOT a sheep DOG! With a sigh and a quick rush of speed he circled the group closely enough to brush by each one as he ran. Turning in ever tighter circles, he used their fear of him to guide them into a properly tight flock with the older Yasis on the outside.

'Kids!' he snorted as he loped a few lengths ahead of the group to scout the area. The vegetation smelled far more pungent when he was in wolf form so it was easier to detect this way. Still quite a few Eagle lengths from them, he stood panting and listening to the moving brush beside him.

Something breathed in and out rapidly and Dash heard whiskers touching grass as something gave away its terror with its scent and breath. In a flash of whirling fur, the wolf spun a 180, and tried to wrap his jaws around its neck and rammed hard into the slippery grass with both front legs rigid. It was a futile effort to stomp on the Broad-toed rabbit. Unfortunately he wasn't quite quick enough and it shot off faster than an arrow, easily outdistancing Dash in two rapid bounds.

Spurred to greater efforts, he took off in hot pursuit, all senses keyed to the hilt. It was fast! The rabbit took off in great bounding leaps that changed directions in mid air and Dash was hard pressed to even keep the thing in sight. It turned, he turned, it zigged, he zagged, it sped even faster away and he chased it hard with single-minded intensity and blazing yellow eyes.

Hunger made him ravenous and the sweet hot scent of rabbit was so close! Just a mouthful away! He snapped his jaws and caught nothing more than rabbit-scented air. He angled hard to the left, turning on a single hind paw and caught himself in the face, leaving a long scratch along his left cheek, as his chest caught the ground harshly.

The eager young wolf scrambled back to his paws, digging through the slick muddy grass and trying to ignore the increasing rain that made running a practice in insanity. He didn't give a petch- he was so hungry! Despite his best efforts, the rabbit leapt off effortlessly losing the wolf among a rock outcropping.

Frustrated, he pounced the ground with both front paws, trying to force it out of hiding.
'Petching stupid rabbit!'

Dash panted hard and swiveled both ears until he could pinpoint the flock of Yasi's location. They'd finally made it to the bushes he knew would have the strong smelling plants they wanted. He trotted over with his tongue hanging out the side, his jaws gaping as he recovered from his brief but thorough chase.

'They're so slow and loud!' he thought, only now, fully understanding why the Endal knew they needed protection. While the Kelvic didn't have a lot of wilderness survival knowledge, he -did- have good wolf instincts to rely on.

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[Dash]

And right now his instincts told him a myriad of things at once so it was up to Dash to figure them out accordingly. He dropped to lay on the wet grass in a sphinx position, keeping one ear on the loud group.

Something very small hopped on a single blade of grass and watched him curiously from its wet perch. It cheeped the tiny cheep that frogs do and continued to look at him. Dash's head tilted left, his yellow eyes fixed on this itty bitty creature.

It was the littlest thing he'd ever seen in his life! If it hadn't cheeped, he wouldn't have known it was there! Where there's one, there's more. Was it so tiny that it could avoid being stepped on like the way grass bent under paw? With delicate agility, it hopped to another blade of grass and Dash was enraptured with its size; or lack of it.

He moved his face in for an inquisitive sniff and the little frog hopped on his nose, right between the wolf's eyes! In quite the conundrum, it made it both harder and easier to see. The Kelvic's eyes crossed, trying to look at the briefest expression of life. Although the scent was tiny, it was most definitely a frog.

Dash tried to stay still in order for it not to fall off but his thoughts flew swiftly around him.

How many more of you are there? Have I stepped on you or hurt by accident? How many of your kind have I eaten without even knowing? Are you poisonous? You don't smell poisonous. I can't tell if you're a boy or a girl. Both? I've smelled one that was both and recognized the scent. Frogs can change to boy and girl. Is
that like a Kelvic thing? How do you do that? How do you jump so high with no help? And where's your tail? If a creature has four legs, they should have a tail and I don't see yours. Did something bite it off? Did you injure it? Did -I- injure it? There's no blood smell so I don't think you ever had a tail.

Proud at figuring out this mystery pleased Dash and he wagged his furry tail, thumping it on the ground happily. The tiny frog hopped back on to the grass but again turned to look at him.

I would think anything smart enough and beautiful enough to not be human, should have a tail. Maybe humans would be happier if they had tails. Then they could talk better without using so many word sounds.

Careful to avoid crushing the teeniest frog, he rolled over and caught his tail with his teeth and groomed the water off, still thinking to the frog friend.

Really, it makes no sense -not- to have a tail, I think. It lets me turn super fast when I'm running, steers me both uphill and down. It lets everyone know if I'm happy, sad, worried or angry--it's perfect. It just doesn't make any sense not to have a tail when they're so useful.

The Kelvic's long sharp teeth gently nibbled along the tail, careful to groom each hair meticulously. See now, I'm sure your hopping is just fine, but--

Dash leapt to his paws with his front legs bowed on each side of the delicate amphibian, and his back side and tail raised high in the air. The fluffy plume of a tail wagged happily and proudly, the fur tugged by a playful breeze. It's like tails can speak for you and you don't even have to think about it! Think about it...

Everything had gone very silent and the frog hopped away rapidly to disappear. Not a single bird chirped, no rodents squeaked and the only thing that made noise were the people. There were no crickets. Nothing moved at all. The wind died off, the rain ceased and even the leaves on the trees seemed scared.

The Red wolf's tail stood straight out, parallel to the line of his spine and he went rock still. He stood tall with all four paws braced rigidly, holding his breath. Reddish furry ears swiveled and turned, listening intently. A bead of moisture across his nose helped him to read the scents faster. Something was out there!

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Dash scented the air cautiously but he was downwind so it didn't help him in the least. Swiveling both fuzzy ears like sonar, he still found nothing else untoward. Keen gold eyes searched the shrubs nearby and came up empty as wel--

Feral green eyes blinked from the tree canopy! The red wolf stood taller, lifting his nose to the sky in an effort to catch something, anything, that could lead to what that was. Feline! Big hungry female feline! Kougara! She gathered her haunches beneath her in preparation to leap.

All the fur raised along his spine and he growled loudly, baring his fangs at the group of yasis.

'KOUGARA!' Dash thought frantically and yelp barked at Grite and Endal Nima to get their attention immediately.

He didn't know a lot about hunting, but he did know that cats were ambush predators that didn't like surprises themselves. Dash jumped up with all four paws off the ground in a twisting motion and made a loud, lunging snap at the teacher and her students to MOVE OUTTA THE WAY!

Riding in as a fearless warrior, Nima rode Grite as the huge Wind Eagle swooped down from above onto the unsuspecting feline hidden in the tree directly above the now screaming Inartans. Taking the hint, they ran back to the inner warrens as fast as their legs could move. All threats considered, the terrified group moved pretty petching fast!

The powerful bird grasped the cat in a deadly group of long lethal talons and lifted it high into the sky. With an effortless display of strength, the fearsome raptor snapped the Kougara's neck with ease. Endal Nima gave Dash a fist pump gesture and the flying pair banked sharply left to go to the processing center.

He might not have caught anything that day as a hunter, but he'd protected his pack from imminent danger. The red wolf picked up the back pack in his teeth and turned to look at the Endal and Wind Eagle flying high and admired them for a long chime. Dash trotted back to the warrens with an extra spring in his step, glad to be an Avora, an Inarta and someone reliable.
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