He had been doing well making sure to basically stick close to where he and his brother had set up camp upon first coming to these areas but the young male found himself beginning to grow really bored and wanted to explore. Thus far, they hadn’t really done much of anything but check out the areas around where they had set up camp. Hamied, being young, found himself wanting to explore more, see more, and maybe meet some others along the way. He knew the possible risks of running into the wrong wolves, but being small made him swift, light on his feet, and able to run away at any given moment. It was with that thought in his mind that he let his brother know that he was going to go exploring and dashed away before his older brother could talk him out of it.

He didn’t know where he was going, but that didn’t matter a whole lot. Hamied did, however, make sure that he would be able to find his way back by taking note of different landmarks, as well as peeing in different places here and there. Yep, he would be able to easily find his way back to his big brother! Bounding along, he went further and further away from where he’d been staying. His tail wagged happily behind him as he went, not really having any care in the world. He was a happy boy most of the time, especially since his other siblings were no longer around to pick on him without mercy. Sure, he missed his parents quite a bit, but leaving with his older brother was opening up a whole new world to the young male. He would be able to thrive and grow instead of remaining a momma’s boy for the rest of his life.

Movement caught his attention and he began to follow that movement. His nose told him it was food. Following it, he finally caught sight of it. It was a fat raccoon. Hamied had never hunted a raccoon before and the thing looked like it was half his size. But his stomach growled a little and that was what kept him stalking the animal. The raccoon had a slight limp, moving fairly slowly. Hamied could smell the injury because it was getting an infection. Crouching down, the really small young male watched, waiting for the right moment, though he was a little nervous about trying to catch something that was as big as that raccoon was.

Although he was a yearling, he was much smaller than most. He got his tiny size from his mother’s side of the family. Though he wasn’t nearly as small as his grandmother, Fayre, had been, he was barely the same size as his mother, Phoebe. It was because of his tiny size that his siblings picked on his without mercy, all except Cyrus. He was the only one that didn’t pick on him and did what he could to stick up for him, taking care of their siblings when they drove Hamied to the point of tears… which was more often than not, unfortunately. Because of being picked on so much, he had easily become a momma’s boy. It was still hard, sometimes, being away from his mother but he was managing, though he could definitely stand to gain some much needed weight because he was a little too thin.

"I’m gonna try to," he responded to the question suddenly being asked of him without removing his mismatched eyes from the raccoon that he was stalking. At first he didn’t recognize the voice because he was far too focused on the raccoon that would very likely kick his tiny butt if he tried to take it on all by himself, but he had his mother’s stubbornness and was going to give it a try. It wasn’t until she said his name that he yanked his mismatched gaze from the raccoon. His eyes went wide and his tail began to wave like crazy. "Auntie Koontz!" The boy shoved forward, bounding toward her, quickly closing the small distance that had been between them. "I didn’t know you were here! Mommy had said you'd gone but didn't know where."

He was pretty thrilled to be seeing his aunt, obviously and giggled like a little kid when she chided him about calling her auntie. Hamied had mostly done so out of sheer excitement, not even thinking about how they were so very close in age. "I know. I know," he replied, wrinkling his nose playfully at her. "I forgot." He wondered if Cyrus yet knew that Koontz was here. The small young male doubted it, though, because Cyrus would have told him if he had known since they weren’t keeping secrets from each other.

"I came with Cyrus," he answered, grinning widely. It was little secret in their family circle that Hamied’s siblings all picked on him, except for Cyrus. "When he told mom and dad that he wanted to set out on his own, I said I wanted to go to. Mom was sad but they let me go. I didn’t think Cyrus was going to be okay with it, but he let me come with him. We’ve been staying up north in some forest." In his excitement to see Koontz, he all but forgot about the raccoon that he had been stalking until movement from it caught his attention. "Would you help me catch that? And then we can talk more about it?"

Hamied liked it when he got to see his family members in Flightless Falcons. He was blissfully unaware of any of the tension that had first surrounded his parents and his grandparents, and remained so to this very day. The boy had fully enjoyed getting to go back and forth between his home and his grandparent’s home to be able to see them off and on. Family meant the world to Hamied, which was just another thing that he got from his mother, though he got some of that from his father as well.

”I don’t think he’s yet decided what we’re going to do,” he answered, giving a slight shrug of his wee shoulders. ”But I’m definitely going to tell him that you’re here and that you’ve got your own pack just like Papa and Mo!” Hamied had only ever called Mo “grandma” once, and was quite content with calling her Mo after having been explained that it just sounded better. At least, that was how he remembered it and stuff. Young boys tended to sometimes remember things how they wanted to remember things, after all.

His ears slicked backward, slightly, as he stared at the raccoon and tried to think of how to go about doing this. "I know it’s going to take both of us cause that sucker looks big enough to kick my butt…" he mused aloud, not entirely sure if he had any strategical ideas or not. He was used to chasing and catching small things like rodents and rabbits. When it came to the bigger things, he usually just followed after everyone else, doing as they did. "Think if we ambush it from both sides, it might confuse it and let us kill it?"

It wasn’t so much that the raccoon was fearless, really. It was more that the creature could only move so fast because of the infected back leg. It was in pain and unable to move very fast, but it was slowly putting some distance between it and the two wolves. Honestly, though, it hadn’t realized yet that it was being stalked and talked about as a meal. It would likely put up as much of a fight as it could, though, simply because a wounded animal was already a wicked vicious thing.

His tail wiggled when she said his plan wasn’t bad and he pushed his ears fully forward when she mentioned elaborating on it. He wasn’t at all upset that she had a different idea, a better plan. He was far from being the world’s greatest hunter, after all. He nodded as he listened, turning his gaze toward the raccoon. ”I can distract it,” he volunteered. Though neither of them were large wolves, his aunt was by far bigger than him. That meant, to him, her bite would pack more of a punch than his.

He gave a slight nod before putting on his "game face" which meant that he was returning to seriousness in what was going on. Turning toward the raccoon, he watched it limping for a moment before setting off toward it. He didn’t go too fast because he didn’t want to come upon the animal too soon and risk it having a go at him, though he was sure that Koontz would enter the scene before it got too ugly.

The raccoon stopped ambling and limping along to turn her attention onto the small beast coming toward her. Rearing backward, the raccoon winced from the pain in her injured and infected leg but didn’t show any sign of backing down. If that little wolf wanted a fight, she was surely going to give him one. She was unaware of the second wolf that was part of this whole ordeal. It was likely going to end up being her downfall, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight.