Frustration clawed at every fiber of my being as I violently dug my way after the creature. I was so mad that I missed and felt so… pathetic. I knew it would all come to me with time, the new depth perception I had would someday settle correctly with me and even the best hunters sometimes could lose a catch but still I was angry as hell fire that I missed. Hunger clawed at my stomach and missing this catch would only delay and make me more desperate and thus inaccurate in my next catch. At some point I would either succeed or concede to seeing if I could gather up some scraps from the hunters, but honestly I almost rather starve than take hand outs…
What I hadn’t expected at all though was Aster herself to go diving in another hole screaming as much as I had. Honestly, I was taken aback enough to stop my pursuit and simply, well, stare. I was not surprised by her behavior, though at the same time was was. I do not think I could picture her mother doing such a thing, but her… perhaps. She was still young, we both were, with untrained tempers still coursing through us not yet refined by time and age. I see her pull her muzzle out, it was covered in dirt though perhaps not as bad as mine. I snorted a puff of dust and muck coming from my nostrils before turning and leaving those overgrown rodents for another day. I would be back… they won this battle but the war would be mine….
I honestly didn’t want to talk about the very first thing she asked me about. I closed my bad eye, it looked a blurred mess and honestly it was all our new ‘king’s’ fault. He was a fool and honestly I found myself growing angry at him with each failure and now I had to train someone to show him I was worthy of my rank. I chased him off, he was the one floundering on the battlefield like a child, yet he was KING. Perhaps I should have marched up to him then and challenged him to a spar so I could put his ass properly into the dirt as well as let out some frustration.
”It’s fine.” I say dismissively though a growl in my tones clearly showed my displeasure, though I figured she could think he was about my failed hunt versus talking about this useless thing. There was nothing healers could do for it. Aranck’s pack didn’t have anyone to treat me and by the time I got here it was worse than it had been at the start and was also too far ruined to fix. I wanted so badly to make sure she knew, that she didn’t forget her mate did this to me, I knew I wasn’t broken or ruined but it was growing incredibly frustrating to struggle to do things I once had such ease in accomplishing. I was a proud creature, a curse perhaps of my angel line, but everyone already knew that.
”How’s Lazarus?” I say very clearly trying to divert the conversation to something far less annoying and depressing to talk about.