Stone Circle When we were young

He supposed eventually he would learn to hunt, like every other wolf worth its merit. If Burr was anything, it was determined, although at present he had nowhere to channel that determination but his imagination. He got it from his mom, but he also got a good helping of patience from his dad. So while he was determined that someday he would be awesome at something, Burr was in no rush to get there and was content to lead a good life full of relaxation, hence his disinterest in hunting up until now.

But talking to Nikai about it sparked an urgent sensation in his chest that maybe he should care more, and when the older boy offered to help him, Burr bobbed his head as enthusiastically as he could and exclaimed, "Okay!" "Sometime" was a vague enough metric to placate the pup's lackadaisical side, and by the time he took Nikai up on the offer, he'd have a chance or two to practice. He didn't want to look like a total loser, after all!

He more or less ignored what Nikai said about Valette, if only because his experience coloured his perception of her, and focused instead on the kingfisher. He would have time to reflect on why wolves acted differently as Alpha than as a parent or a friend when he was older and better equipped to understand it. The kingfisher feather hunt was happening in the present and was more important. The greyscale youth trotted happily along in Nikai's wake, failing to keep as quiet as his elder companion, and kept his eyes peeled for any sign of blue along the shore. He was so focused on the ground that when the aforementioned bird suddenly zipped by overhead, he completely missed spotting it at first.