The trees were thick but that hardly mattered. He had seen a flash of white through all the brown. And it was that which had attracted his attention. The slight glimpse of something different. Something that wasn't the same as everything else that was all around him. But before he could see just what it was it had disappeared. Of course this prompted him to follow. For him to take off in the direction that he had seen the flash of color. The coyote boy ran after where he had thought it had gone. The hoof prints on the ground were ignored. He had no idea about tracking. Had no idea that what he had seen had created these prints. Instead he was trying to stare through the trees after what he had seen pass through. He was trying to spot the animal again but wasn't having much luck.
A frown slipped onto his lips as he called out after whatever it was. "Wo bist du?" And for some reason he actually believed that it would answer him. That it would come out of hiding at the sound of his voice and just show itself off. He didn't realize that the sound of his voice had the potential to scare it farther away instead of drawing it in. He was so used to his Unky Cotl bringing him something to eat that he never had to depend on his own nonexistent hunting skills. And it was obvious that he didn't have any with the way that he was yelling out when he was trying to find something. It was just something else that he would eventually have to learn. Like most of the skills of life that other's his age seemed to already know. But it wasn't like the only parent that he grew up around had time enough to teach him the basics of life. When he wasn't called to play then he was generally left alone He had survived on the gifts that his mom's friends brought for her. She never noticed that he took them because she ended up spending her time with her friends and forgot all about the food.
Izaak started to move, the sound of his voice prompting the animal to take off again. He followed after it now that he had seen just which direction it had started in. The coyote child weaved through the trees in an attempt to keep up with the glimpses. "Warten!" He still hadn't figured out that the sound of his voice kept on spooking the creature into running. But lucky for him he was starting to catch up, perhaps because the baby was tired? Whatever the reason was he could finally see it through the trees and see just what he had been following after for so long. Standing through the trees, not far in front of him, was a baby reindeer. It was suffering from albinism which is what made it so easy to spot. It was also alone, having gotten separated from its herd. Or at least Izaak wasn't seeing any other caribou nearby. The poor baby. He made up his mind to take it home with him but had no idea how to go about doing it.
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