The hunt filled the minds of the predators as they moved through the forest, shadows rising from the depths of the forest, swiftly weaving through the trees and silently stepping upon the loam. Osiris had long since begun eating less of a carnivorous diet, but the serrated teeth would suggest that he had at one point ingested the flesh of other mammals. With the expert stance imitating that of a wolf as he closes in on a deer, that assumption is affirmed. The small trio of wolves surrounds from the other side; the instinctual abilities of this pack are heightened, for their communication is connected toward the massive hybrid, with eyes in the sky directing their movements well. Comadre finds the hunt to be fun, little more than a game.

The wolves, however, hunt to survive.

It is with expert care that the hybrid lifts himself into the air, slamming his figure forward onto the body of the stag, its limber body careening in a sick crescendo to land upon the floor, legs flailing underneath it as Little Sister leaps from her hiding places and swiftly ends the life of the struggling beast warm beneath Osiris's paws. The wolf swiftly jumps away from the deer, calling out to the others with a quiet howl, giving the all clear. Kaya is good at hunting, Comadre says with a grin as he lands deftly on his bonded's shoulder. "Who?" the wolf asks, an ear cocking back on his head with confusion. Kaya, the wolf, the dragon chides, looking at his bonded with disapproval. All this time, and you don't even know her name?

Dumbfounded, the massive hybrid looks toward the wolf who bites into the flesh of the felled deer, the female wolf glancing back at him with glowering eyes. Why are you staring, brother? she asks in the chasms of his mind, which Comadre hears played back in his. "Your name is Kaya?" he asks quite shocked, and a barking laugh ensues from the crowd of wolves around their kill, sounding like a choir of dogs as they bark at the moon. And yours is Osiris, brother. You certainly are dense when it comes to niceities. The wolves continue their strange array of chuckles until the hybrid's frown grows deep enough for his brow to crease underneath the thick pelt of fur.

"Then what are their names?" the hybrid asks, motioning his head toward the larger male wolf and the youngest and more wiry of the pack. Pahana and Mukki, Comadre offers up, another toothy grin peeling on his face as he coos a laugh at his bonded as well. "How the hell can you know that while I don't?" Osiris asks, his face contorted into a look surprisingly hurt. You just don't pay attention, Osiris, the black says with a small shrug before leaping from the wolf's broad shoulder unto the deer, sharp teeth dragging into flesh and taking a snapping bite.
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