[m] This hurricane's chasing us all under ground

Orin Takekuro · 08-29-2012, 11:50 AM

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Left it a bit open so we can say Amon either comes upon them, or the boar veers off and he follows and is gone while this takes place. Word Count :: 700+

As soon as Mars entered the home she could smell the woodsy scent of the hunt on him, and knew what he’d been up to. For one short beat she worried that the pair may have already felled their prey and that the babes would not see their parents hunt this morning, but soon realized that wasn’t the case. She looked down at the sheet of wriggling puppies and then set them on the floor with a soft bump, and one by one flailing limbs began to untangle themselves from the mess. Svetlana was the smartest one, waiting for her brother and sister to be free so they didn’t knot her up in it while she struggled, and then she just walked out of the pile. Orin smiled at her smart little girl.

“Of course, he’s one of our own,” she nodded. Orin had done her best to accept Amon and Paz as part of their family, because whoever had fathered them – Mars or Bart – they were still a part of him and he was a part of her. She waved to Amon when she walked outside with her brood following on her heels, Vladmir attached to her tail.

She nodded at Mars’s instruction and mounted Senorita, then let Amon hand her the pups. She balanced them abroad the mare’s back. They had done this before and thus far always executed horseback riding without any babies falling off, so long as they held still – which they did, for fear of falling off – but she would have to guide the mare slower than Mars could go with Vox.

The morning’s golden sun shone down warm tendrils on the family as they made their way to the borders, following Mars and Amon’s lead as they tracked the boar that they had injured earlier. Orin was a little worried, because boar were known to rage and fight more than deer. Oh, a deer would fight when you were on top of it, but boar were downright crazy, and would turn and run AT the predator. They were outside of the Court borders when they finally closed in on the animal’s trail, and when Orin dismounted and retrieved her puppies she found a large fallen log to perch them on. She hadn’t known boar to ever climb or leap.

“You three stay put and be good,” she said firmly, looking into their eyes and wagging a finger to punctuate her point. She meant business, and she was using the Mommy voice. Almost as if rehearsed, three little butts sat obediently atop the log. “This is a special day, and it is a privilege because we love you and we think you’re ready. We’re going to hunt, and it sounds like the item on the menu is a boar that your Daddy and brother were tracking earlier. Now boar aren’t like deer, they can charge. We won’t bring it too close to you but you have to stay on this log so I know you’re safe. If it gets away from us, it can’t get you here. Understood?” A trio of excited heads bobbed up and down. “Good babies.” She gave them each a nuzzle and a kiss, and then turned around to Mars.

By now they could hear the sounds of the boar crashing through the brush in the distance. Amon was already herding it toward them. “Oh no, I wanted time to change. I wanted to show them in Lupus.” She said, but unless the animal veered off course she would not have time to shift. Still, her role in this would be executed in a similar fashion in any form. Amon was to chase it to them, because Orin was light and nimble she would distract it with nips and dodge tusks and ultimately keep it busy while Mars closed in for the kill.

Excited, her tail lashed happily as she pranced past Mars and away from their puppies to find the ideal place in the woods. She was still within sight, and she gauged the air and the sounds to try to surmise the boar’s exact path and where she should be when she needed to surprise it and slow it’s flight so Mars could take it down.

Photo courtesy of Alaskan Dude

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