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Kove's reply came at a time in which the Spiderling found himself suddenly distracted by their small talk with the scent of another wolf. Drawing his eyes from the Conjurer, Atshen found himself scanning the territory before them. This scent that had caught his attention was one that was different, yet oddly had some similarities that he could not fully grasp. 

The mention of hunting brought Atshen's eyes and divided attention back to his father, and to this, the cogs of his mind began to churn as he devised a plan. Perhaps this smell was one that he could use to fulfill his promise to Nemesis, and suddenly he nodded absently as if affirming that he had said interests. "Yes," he replied slowly, eyeing Kove carefully. "Hunting. I'm going to do that now." And he slipped away, not particularly caring about his father's response. 

Tracking the scent, Atshen carried himself gingerly through these unknown territories, finding himself easily heading in the direction of the fallen child. He did not note on how dead the earth seemed, or how barren it was-- all disadvantages in his hunt. Instead, he carried himself forward headfirst as his eyes scanned ahead. 

Soon enough the fallen figure came into sight, and the hulking child slowed his stalking. Having never hunted himself, he was at a loss of what was to be done next. His tail tipped as he looked to the child as he contemplated his next move. Without the proper training, he did not think to hide and instead pushed forward in pursuit of the other. He advanced quickly, his teeth slipping from beneath his as he charged. When he was close, he leaped suddenly, hoping to land squarely on the child.