The puppy wagged his tail at his brother’s rephrasing, replying emphatically, “Yes forgot.” The finer aspects of grammar flew right over his head, though most of it was just a matter of listening at this point. He’d eventually get it, though his correct use of words was inconsistent at best. With one last wag, he turned his attention to tracking the hoppy thing—the rabbit—that Liam had urged him to be more careful and quiet about.
Instincts lent its shoulder to lack of experience, and soon Skoll was toddling off in the direction of the rabbit, pausing to watch his brother change form. He smiled quickly with approval—though he was not uncomfortable around luperci, considering most of the pack used multiple forms, it was nice to have someone closer to his level every once in a while. Terra played with him in her four-legged form too, though she quickly demonstrated that she was no less big and dominant in lupus. The memory made his hackles rise before he sniffed again, loudly, copying his brother’s tracking with great exaggeration.
After snorting at the dirt assaulting his nostrils, Skoll grinned at his brother’s encouragement and began to bounce after the scent trail. He lost it often, usually by forgetting to actually sniff and wandering off course, but with nose to the ground like a hound dog, he found it again. As they got closer to the rabbit, he was able to track it by its smell hanging in the air. Frequently he closed his eyes before stumbling and reminding himself to keep them peeled.
“There,” the blonde boy whispered suddenly, freezing in place. The little animal was nibbling at some grass now, though it lifted its ears from time to time. Luckily, it was facing away from them and had not yet seen them.
Hesitating suddenly, Skoll looked to his brother for comfort. “Quiet now?” he asked, managing to keep his voice down. “Like secret?” He swallowed and looked back at the rabbit, dropping into a crouch and moving—paw over paw, very carefully—toward the prey.
Unfortunately, his light-colored coat stood out sorely against the grass, and the rabbit turned in time to see him coming. It hopped away with less urgency this time, a casual lollop out of reach, and with a scowl he settled on his belly, completely unsure of what to do next—not that he had any idea of what he would actually do if he caught the thing, anyway.
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