None of his training had really involved combatants as they were currently behaving. Max had, through time and instinct, learned how to hunt with a group. This was very similar, but they were not after an animal they could eat. Well, he assumed one could eat a wolf, but why do such a thing? He’d make sure the ravens got to eat it at least, and report the kill to Ezekiel. Maybe it would grant him a promotion to the Hastati rank, as he so desired to be. If he had to kill for someone, it would be for Inferni…and what better way to begin than with a wolf that had obviously broken the most primitive law and killed on claimed lands?
He watched as Columbine landed the final blow, striking at the wolf’s exposed neck. Hot blood boiled to the surface and spilled upon the ground. Max, panting, watched as the wolf staggered and collapsed to the taunts of the older man. Unwilling to advance on another’s kill, the younger warrior remained still until the gray wolf gave his final death rattle and stilled. Blood speckled his pelt, and mouth, and a gray-pink tongue rolled out to lick his muzzle.
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