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[captainryan]

It’s that time of month again, when the full swollen moon rides the sky for three nights in a row. It would not be wrong to say Ryan’s well used to it by now. By the time the light has fallen and darkness spread throughout the forest, a bipedal wolf goes with it.

The hunt has only just begun.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan has no tail. But if he did, it'd be wagging. Likewise.

She's entitled to some of whatever he gets for this. He'll leave some behind for her if she doesn't come to claim it while he's eating.

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

Kitty is used to only getting skins to lick and bones to gnaw. Being the omega wolf really, really sucks.

She is good, however, at finding prey and driving it toward him. She's got years of experience at being the one who has to take the dangerous position at the hooves of the maddened animal.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's had prey scared towards him only once before, but it's a treat to not have to go looking for a meal.

He hears the deer before he sees it and crouches impatiently for it to close with him. He bursts from his cover a moment too soon and it has a chance to veer from him. He pounces, smashing into its side with his full weight and sending it sprawling.

It's still scrambling to its feet when he hits it again, this time making it count.

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

For this part Kitty stays out of the way. Killing isn't her prerogative, only watching and waiting. She wags when he kills it, and prances with pleasure.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He's ignoring her for the most part, happily focused on getting at the liver.

Omnomnomnom.

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

Kitty lays down, chin on her paws, watching him without staring. She's happy. She ran, and was part of a hunt, and she's happy.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He doesn't rush, and he keeps one ear perked in her direction. There's enough room if she wants to move in now. Or she can wait.

It makes little difference to him.

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

She hasn't been told it's alright. She needs to be told it's alright before she'd even consider it. That's the way things are, at home.

Back there.

Wolf knows. Kitty, as Wolf, knows. He has to say, or she won't touch it. Even if he walks away.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He won't think of it. Not until he's had his fill and ripped off a good sized piece for the pup. He stands, shaking himself and licking one hand clean.

The rest is your's, for your help.

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

Kitty's ears perk up again, Really? she asks, standing up and taking a small step toward the meat, Thank you!

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

There's that wolf smile again.

Not at all.

If he hadn't given it to her, he would have carted what was left back to his den to snack on the next day. This means he loses tomorrow's meal, but, well, that's what the squirrel traps are for, no?

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

Kitty thumps her tail several more times and takes an incredibly grateful mouth of meat. She never has had a full bite of meat before.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan finishes cleaning his claws before loping off towards his den. This was nice.

Now if only all the other wolves could be just as submissive.