Silver Creek First Blood

As was usual, the cry of a child brought him to wakefulness. More specifically, his child. He'd grown accustomed to the screaming and yelling that his children produced on a daily basis. He lifted his head to blink at the women before him, catching the look on his daughters' face as she asked to go hunting. 

His brows raised and he lifted himself self up to his paws. Could they be old enough already? It passed in a blur of activity, their growing. Spring responded encouragingly and sent a glance to him. Of course he would go. He couldn't miss this milestone. 

"A moose?!" He cried, mouth gaping exaggeratedly as he stared at Spring in faux shock. "Her father may be a famed tracker and hunter of elk tails, but I hardly think a moose is age appropriate my love." He grinned at the two, wiggling his brows at Seri in a silly way to make her laugh. 

"Maybe we should keep it simple, start with a mountain lion? A hawk, perhaps?" 

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