Bloodline
Main Lineage
Mouser
Keys
- Rhaegal
- Drogon
- Viserion
Cole
Ash
- Insomo
- Jynx
- Buster
Cole flicked his tail dismissively. "Later, goofball. We need a clean kill, remember?" he chuckled. "Let's see what Mouser and Keys have planned first." Cole added, Ash groaned in annoyance, but complied.
Mouser, his red fur gleaming in the fading light, scanned the herd with narrowed eyes. Keys darted from one side of the herd to the other, herding the bovines towards a strategically chosen gully.
"Alright, Mouse," Keys called to Mouser, her voice laced with sweetness, mocking Ash and Cole. "Remember our plan? You spook 'em from this side, I'll keep them contained from here."
Mouser snapped in response. "Don't patronize me, Keys. I know what I'm doing."
Sawdust, the pack's imposing hunting lead, lumbered closer to Mouser, her breath hot on the red wolf's fur. "Just make sure you don't screw it up this time, okay?"
Mouser's fur bristled, his voice a low growl. "Shut your damn trap, Sawdust. Just because I'm a little younger doesn't mean you can trample on me." Keys shot a worried glance towards Mouser, the cheerful glint in her eyes gone. She hated these pre-hunt arguments between Mouser and Sawdust.
Cole, sensing the tension, nudged Mouser reassuringly. "Let's do this, Mouse. Keys and I have it covered on the other side."
Taking a deep breath, Mouser let out a long, deep howl that echoed across the plains. The herd, startled, stampeded towards the gully, their hooves pounding the earth. Keys moved quickly, nipping at the stragglers, herding them closer to the bottleneck.
But then, Ash couldn't contain himself any longer and charged. Keys yelped in surprise, calling out, "ASH, NO! WE NEED THEM CONTROLLED!"
Ignoring her cries, Ash lunged at a young calf, disrupting their carefully laid plan. The chaos that followed was intense, but somehow, they managed to secure their prey.
As the frenzy subsided, Keys felt exhaustion creeping in. "We'll talk about this later, Ash," she sighed. "We got food, that's all that matters for now."
Cole nudged Ash gently. "Head over to the smaller one. Looks like you get your wishbone after all." Cole gestured toward the calf carcass.
Ash, relieved, scampered towards his designated kill. Despite the chaos of the hunt, they had succeeded. But the tension from earlier still hung heavy in the air. As they feasted under the watchful eye of the moon, Keys knew Mouser owed her an apology. His glance in her direction confirmed it; they had some mending to do.