blooding the hounds of hell - round six

he was taken with the dance, the leaping steps, the lunges, the violent aria of snapping jaws -- he longed to sink his teeth into the hide of the wounded elk. but his father warned him away, and Casmir was snapped from his reverie. slightly annoyed, he backed from the bellowing cow, but every fibre of his being remained tense, ready for the kill and the resultant spray of blood.

he was not expecting the cow's attack upon his father, nor the sickening sound his sire's body made when it hit the ground. "Dad!" the boy shouted, choking in horror. Dante darted forward and numbly he followed, if only to ensure the elk's demise so it could hurt no other.