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The Next Hunt
Gaze awoke the next morning, finding himself lying on his side and staring at Tune’s shoulder, who was asleep, breathing deeply. He sat up and yawned widely, looking out the door of the cave. The birds were all awake, fluttering and jumping about in the tree-tops. The sun cast morning shadows over the cave, and patches of sunlight were splashed here and there. There was no breeze, and the air was warm. It was perfect for hunting. And Gaze was looking forward to doing it all by himself.
“Good morning, Moon-Gaze!” Gaze spun around and saw Scar, walking up to him.
“Good morning sir.” Gaze replied, standing.
“Are you looking forward to doing your hunt?” Scar came and sat next to him. Gaze sat back down again.
“Yes.” Gaze didn’t really know what to say – he hadn’t spoken to Scar very much.
“What are you hoping to catch in your individual test?” Scar asked kindly. Gaze looked up at him.
“Well, I can’t catch anything big, but maybe a hare or something? I don’t know.” He paused. “Tune’s worried that she won’t catch anything.”
“She will. That pup is a very clever one. She can run fast, she’s agile and as Bjorna tells me, she can lie quietly in wait. Don’t worry about her.” Scar replied. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim morning light. Then there was a shuffling sound from behind.
“Good morning.” Bjorna lifted her head and stretched her legs out, yawning. Her ear was flopped over and she looked relaxed.
“Bjorna!” Scar smiled at his daughter. She got up and went over to them. She shook herself off, and dust from the cave floor flew through the air.
“I can’t wait for hunting today!” Bjorna said. She plonked herself down between Scar and Gaze.
“I hope you two do well. All of you. This is a very good skill, and no matter how bad or good you become at it, you will always use this skill.” Scar smiled again. “Actually, we should probably wake the others up. I’ll wake Aldoro.” They all got up and went back into the cave.
Gaze bent over Tune and nudged her shoulder. “Tune. Tune, wake up.” She lifted his head again and waited. She slowly opened her great blue eyes and looked up at him. She licked her lips and sat up.
“Morning.” She said. “Are we going?” She yawned widely.
“Yeah. Bjorna’s waking the others and Scar’s waking Aldoro. We’re going soon.” She stood up and stood next to him. Bjorna was just waking Balliar, and Simbas was licking his paw. Aldoro and Scar walked over to them just as Balliar lifted his head, not looking pleased with his sister.
“Well, is this pack ready to go?” Scar said. Aldoro smiled at the group, his ear flopped and his tail down and relaxed. They all stood. Gaze swished his tail and licked his lips. The second hunt. “Let’s go!” Aldoro and Scar set off into the clearing and the pack of pups followed. They walked into the forest and down the slope.
Gaze let the morning sun shine onto his back, the black of his fur taking in the warm light. The forest was welcoming, friendly. Birds chirped in the tree-tops and bees buzzed through the flowers on the bushes. As he walked, a small, black and red butterfly landed on his nose. It twitched it’s pretty wings and Gaze crossed his eyes to look into it’s little face.
“Hello.” He said, and the butterfly flitted it’s wings and flapped away. He watched it go into the bushes. Black and Red. Black and Red? Gaze thought a moment. He had never seen a butterfly coloured like that. Could it mean something? What could those colours mean?
No, he was silly. He was judging the future by a bug’s wings. He shook the thought from his mind and walked ahead. The pack walked down the rock steps, covered in moss and water trickling down. They walked over the log-bridge with the little stream, and under vines and trees. Gaze looked through the trees and saw more slopes and gullies, as well as cliffs and cracked rock. Roots poked out of their rocky path and Gaze almost tripped.
Soon they were at the bottom of the slope. The were in the rocky pine forest and up ahead they heard chatter of wolves who had awoken early to get hunting. They traipsed over the rocks and through the trees and emerged into the bright morning sun.
The clearing was full of wolves once again, and the five tutors were waiting around the edges. Dahlia was in the same position as last time, at the edge. She was sitting on a big rock licking her paw.
The pack sat down and waited for the other wolves to arrive. Gaze lifted his pack leg and scratched his ear. He yawned widely and rolled onto his back with his legs in the air. Panting, he thumped his tail happily on the ground. This grass was soft, and Gaze felt like he could lie down all day.
Finally, after a bit of a wait, all the wolves arrived, barking and yelping and many tails wagging. The chatter was so loud, Gaze couldn’t hear himself think, so he rolled back over a sat up. Tune was chatting away to Bjorna, and Balliar was staring at some girl over in another group of wolves. Simbas was looking around the place, at the trees, at the wolves, and at the Leader, who was climbing onto a boulder ready to speak.
“Your attention please, my pack.” She said, loud and clear. The entire group of chattering pups and parents pricked their ears and looked eagerly at the Leader. The barking died down, and the only sound was a whimpering puppy, who was then quietened by his mother. “It is the second hunt! We have all come, and I hope everyone enjoyed their stay in the caves on the mountain. Today we will be doing individual tests, to see how each one of you can hunt by yourself. There is no specific thing you should hunt, even insects will do. Small animals such as hares, rabbits, birds and rats are the best. They are something you shall hunt your whole life. Try your best, and when you have caught something, your tutor will show you where to stay until you group has finished. What you do with your prey is your choice. The same rules apply from yesterday.
“Now, everyone please get into the same groups as yesterday and got to your tutors.” The Leader finished and waited for her group. All the pups ran and scrambled into their groups, and parents stepped back to the edges of the clearing. Gaze, Tune, Balliar, Simbas and Bjorna ran together and went over to Dahlia, who smiled and waited for the Leader. When everyone was settled, the Leader spoke again.
“We all in our groups, and we are ready to go. Now, we shall hunt!” she howled, and all the wolves howled around her. Gaze lifted his head and let it out. It was loud and long, and it echoed through the trees.
A moment later it died down, and the Leader’s group set off towards the cave whilst the other groups followed. Once again, Dahlia waited to be last.
“How are we all? I hope you enjoyed yourselves last night.” Dahlia, smiling kindly.
“We liked it very much, thank you.” Replied Bjorna.
“What cave did you sleep in?” Dahlia asked them curiously.
“We slept in one up some rock steps not far from the clearing. It was an open one with brown stone.” Simbas said.
“Really? That’s the one my parents and I slept in on my first hunting trip. It’s a nice place isn’t it.” Dahlia said, sounding surprised. She suddenly pricked her ears and walked forward. The groups followed, and Gaze saw the tails of the other wolves entering the tunnel. Dahlia led them into the dark place, and Gaze listened to the sounds of chattering, excited wolves echoing throughout.
Their claws scratched on the rock floor, and then they walked into the thick layer of dirt. It was soft under Gaze’s feet, and he could still smell that meaty scent like last time. Tune sighed next to him.
“What’s wrong?” Gaze asked her, and she looked at her feet shuffling through the dirt.
“I’m just worried I’m not going to be a good hunter.” She paused. “I know you’ve told me, but I just think I won’t be able to catch anything.” Tune sighed a little again.
“As we’ve all told you, don’t worry. I might try to help if I catch something quick.” Gaze tried to comfort her. She sniffed in an amused way. Gaze smiled.
Soon there was a light ahead. Gaze squinted as morning sunshine gleamed from the exit. All the groups of wolves marched from the tunnel and into the forest, with Dahlia’s group following behind. Gaze emerged into the sun behind Dahlia and Tune beside him, and they walked to the side. Everyone found a spot to sit as their tutors told them instructions. Dahlia sat down, and Gaze, Tune, Balliar, Bjorna and Simbas sat in front of her, ears pricked ready to listen.
“Well, the individual tests! This is a very important trial, as your parents would tell you, because you will use the skill forever. Now, each one of you must catch something small in the amount of time given, before we shall all return home. Bring your catch to me so I can see it, because I am telling the Leader what you caught. Are there any questions before you hunt?” Dahlia looked around the group. Then Balliar spoke up.
“What test are we having tomorrow? I’m just a bit curious.” He said the last bit in a small voice. Dahlia laughed.
“Paired hunting.” She said. “Each of you must find a partner or group of three and hunt something. I won’t give any more away.” She smiled. “Now, we are ready! Off you go. Don’t hunt in the forest, just the meadow!” The five young wolves all dashed to the edge of the trees and crept into the grass.
Gaze held his belly just off the ground, and his legs in a crouch. He kept quiet and slunk through the grass like a fox. He lifted his nose to sniff and kept his ears pricked to the sides to pick up sounds of moving animals.
The sun shone onto his back like fire, through the morning air was cold so some sun was pleasant. The whole place around him was still and quiet, just the rustling grass of his body moving through.
Suddenly a breeze blew onto his face. It ruffled the fur around his neck and Gaze twitched his tail. Then he caught a scent. The wind blew the scent of deer right into his nose, and he lifted his head to smell more.
It was up ahead. A small herd of deer. He crept faster through the grass. The smell got stronger and he could hear grunts. Then there was a rustle in front of him.
Gaze stopped suddenly. He pricked his ears forward and lowered his tail for balance as he kept his body so low he almost touched the ground.
Rustle, rustle. There is was again. Gaze leaned forward and lifted his head. He saw something. It was a little fuzzy tail and a brown body. It was about as tall as him but smaller and more delicate.
A deer fawn.
If he could try and separate it from the herd he could catch it. Quietly, Gaze crept around the back of the fawn and to the other side. Behind him he saw the rest of herd briefly through the grass. They were all quietly grazing, wiggling their tails and grunting. He looked back as the fawn, which had it’s head down nibbling clover and little flowers.
Gaze glanced behind again, the crept forward. The little fawn wiggled it’s tail. He lowered himself, ready to pounce, then it spun around. The little fawn stared him right in the face, it’s eyes went wide and ears back. It’s back legs bent down as it leant back, and it’s tail went all the way down.
Gaze lifted his top lip a let out a growl. He bent, pushed his back legs…. The fawn leapt it leapt away right as he was about to pounce. It ran off into the grass, tiny, stick-like legs flying all around. Gaze barked and leapt after it. He ran and ran, catching up. The grass brushed against his sides, and his ears went back. Snarling, he pushed forward again. The little fawn was about two paces in front…. If he could just push a little more….
Gaze bounded forward, placed his front legs on the ground, and put his back ones up beside them. With one mighty push, his back legs forced his body up and his front legs went up as he leapt over the grass. The fawn was beneath him, running as fast as it’s little legs could go.
Gaze hit the ground with a thump, landing on his feet. He leapt forward again, towards the fawn. His feet burned as he tried to catch up. He was not going to be outrun by a baby deer. He looked ahead of the fawn. There was a fallen log. It was covered in moss and it had made a ditch in the ground with dirt all around it. The fawn just kept running.
Gaze was going to corner it. How on earth would it get through a log? The fawn skidded at the log. It grunted and bent down. Gaze was filled with enthusiasm. A few more paces….
Suddenly, the fawn bent down and squeezed under the log. Under it! There was a tiny hole underneath, much too small for Gaze. But he could jump it. He stopped his front legs, put forward his back and pushed. He soared over the log and landed on the ground over the other side. Thump.
The fawn was almost gone in the grass. Gaze could do it. It would be totally outrun by now. He did one more leap. This time, instead of landing on the ground, he landed with a wack on the fawn. It hit the ground and grunted. Gaze pinned it with his paws. It was a lot bigger than it looked. It struggled with it’s strong back legs, but Gaze put his back legs on top.
It wheezed as he stood on it. Gaze put his right front leg on it’s head. He closed his eyes and bit down on it’s neck. One last wheeze it gave and it suddenly was lifeless. Gaze stepped off and stared at it.
“Oh, spirit of wisdom, thank you for the life of this prey.” He mumbled. He then bent down and grabbed it’s back leg. Gaze then started off to the forest, not far away.
He plodded into the trees a moment later with the fawn dragging behind him. He pulled and tugged, and finally found Dahlia asleep next to an Oak, almost right where they left her. He dropped his load near her and nudged her side with his nose.
“Dahlia. Dahlia. Wake up.” He said. She moaned and opened her eyes wearily. Lifting her head, she saw Gaze standing next to her.
“Moon-Gaze! Have you caught something?” she said happily. She sat up and yawned, licking her lips.
“Yes. Look.” He went over and sat next to his fawn, lying on the grass.
“Oh, pup!” she exclaimed, staring at his kill. “That’s amazing! I’ve never seen someone as young as you kill a fawn before! Well, maybe the Alfa, he was in my group when I was a pup. But he was good. Very good. Have you had training?” she looked back up as Gaze.
“Well, River-Tune’s father, Aldoro taught me for a week.” He said.
“Well, you must be good. All that training.” She smiled at Gaze. “Now, we’ll have to wait for the others.” She walked back over to her spot under the tree and lay down. She put her head on her paws. Gaze went to another tree and lifted his leg, before lying down near a bush.
Over his head, birds tweeted and chirped. Butterflies flitted in front of him on the flowers in the grass. He watched them, they were mesmerizing, and as one landed on his nose he sneezed. It flitted around, before landing on his tail. He swished it and it clung on. Gaze laughed as it was flung around on his tail.
abruptly, from behind, there was a rustling in the grass. Gaze pricked his ears and looked. A, aqua-blue tipped tail came out of the grass, and Tune emerged backwards. Behind her, she dragged a hare. Swished her tail, she turned and spotted Gaze. Her eyes filled with delight as she trotted over to him with her hare in her mouth. She dropped in front of him and smiled.
“Look what I got!” she cried, wagging her curly tail and panting.
“Wow Tune! That’s great!” exclaimed Gaze. He looked at the hare, which was grey and fluffy. “Have you seen mine?” Gaze got up and showed her his fawn which was lying next to a sleeping Dahlia.
“Whoa! A deer! That’s so good, Gaze!” she nuzzled him. He smiled.
“Hey, do you want to share it?” Gaze asked. He wagged his tail.
“Oh, sure!” she said. They bent down and started to tear at the prey.
* * *
“Oh, that was so good!” Tune grumbled. She lay down by a tree. Gaze looked at the pile of bones he and Tune had just finished.
“I enjoyed that too.” Gaze lay down and thumped his tail on the ground. His belly was stuffed, and as he licked his lips of the blood, Bjorna came trotting through the trees. Gaze turned and saw her, with a raven in her mouth and a happy look on her face. She dropped the bird on the grass and lay next to it, panting.
“Hello!” she said. “I caught a raven!”
“That’s great Bjorna!” said Gaze, as Tune sniffed the dead ball of feathers. “Was it easy?”
“Yes it was, quite. I found it in a tree, so I waited for it to come down before a pounced.” Bjorna said delightedly. “What did you guys catch?”
“Well, I caught a fawn, we just finished it off, and Tune caught a hare.” Gaze replied. “Tune, where is your catch?” He looked at her. Tune looked up.
“Oh, behind a bush over there. I’m saving it.” She replied, putting her head down and happily sighing.
“I’m going to save mine so I can share it with Father.” Bjorna said, lying down too. Suddenly, Tune stood.
“Hey, I just need to go do my business after that feed, you don’t mind?” And without another word, she briskly trotted off into the trees. Gaze sniffed and put down his head. He was a little tired. Bjorna did the same, and they nodded off for a quick doze.
* * *
Gaze awoke about half an hour later, to find Simbas and Balliar tearing up the carcass of a fat hare. Bjorna was still asleep, and surprisingly, Dahlia had slept through everything that had gone on. She was lying under her tree.
Gaze sat up and yawned. He stretched his legs out in front of him. Simbas looked up, with blood all over his face. “Oh hello Gaze!” he said. “A nice sleep? Um, where’s Tune?”
Tune? Wasn’t she back? Gaze looked around and couldn’t see her. Doing her ‘business’ doesn’t take that long. He leapt up and sniffed around. She hadn’t come back recently. But surely, nothing could have happened, could it?
Where was River-Tune?