Blackfeather Woods i have brought nations to their knees

for @Astrid!

It is a scruffy thing, Kahl thinks as he looks down upon the scrawny rabbit he has managed to take down and kill — all by himself. His upper lip lifts as his glacial gaze narrows into a glare of unrestrained disdain. It is pathetic looking …and yet, yet he cannot help but be proud of it nevertheless. It was his first kill. He had came across it’s scent before the sun had broken through the canopy of the umbra woods and he’d tracked it, stalked it and took it down, snuffing out it’s life after a small tussle. It is no regal ungulate, of course, but it is a start. He grasps the corpse by the neck and hauls it to the den he shares with Nyx and Neo. His approach slows as he nears the den and he drops it to his paws, salmon pink tongue stained with blood darting out to draw across his lips in an attempt to clean the blood from his muzzle. He has missed spots, of course, but the stain of blood does not perturb him. “Nyx?” He calls for The Speaker, unsure if she would even still be in the den or not. Regardless, the tundrian has caught it to present to her …because she is always feeding him …and because his motives are not entirely unselfish: he seeks to earn her favor, to impress her. He will impress her with his physical prowess in a fight (and eventually the hunt)…one day to prove that he is the superior son in all ways, but for now this meager thing is all he can offer her.