 *lures with the possibilities of cuteness*
Well, what else was there to do when one had duties and three pups to look after? Certainly they were getting older right before their eyes, and without a proper parent, per say. And Ralla wasn't one to really 'hunt' large game--or often--so it would've been the father that taught them. But that white wolf...Noss certainly wasn't happy with him in the least. He had learned of it when he asked the twins if they knew how to hunt, and Ahiga had turned sour and mumbled out that he wasn't with them anymore. This had certainly piqued Noss's interest, but had learned the truth that he had not died or been injured--far from it--he had simply disappeared. Well, if the grey warrior had anything to say about it, if the abandoning-wolf came within one hundred feet of Ralla, his niece, his nephews, or most certainly himself there'd be hell to pay. But it still begged the predicament that the pups needed to learn how to hunt. Noss himself had been around their age when his father had taken him on his first official hunt instead of rides, and although they could not yet shift, they could learn from the saddle as he had. So saying, Noss found himself saddling Taima up as the twins watched from around the corner of the stall, amazed by the sheer size of the stallion. They had certainly seen horses before--ridden in on one, in fact, which was currently stabled not three stalls down--but Taima must've looked humongous to them. And no kidding--if Noss had threatened that Taima's hooves could squash young Robin, they would pulverize the twins if they got underneath. But the sensible one, Alaster, seemed keen on holding his brother back from frolicking amongst the other horses' hooves... Aleu had opted to stay with Strelein, claiming that hunting was dirty and that she'd rather watch Strel sew. Noss didn't press that issue... Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. |
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