We go where no one goes

His penchant for stories was gracelessly shot down, but Itsuki didn't mind. Aside from a brief twinge of regret that this wolf couldn't appreciate the creativity of stories, the Keizo didn't take it personally. It was all up to a particular wolf to define their own tastes, and already he had the sense that Jinx was all about business. Nonsense seemed to be an entity all its own to her, and one she was unfriendly with to boot.

She paused, and Itsuki drew up just short of bumping into her rear. He craned his head to look around her, but the Alpha had already explained the reason for stopping abruptly and was already walking away again. He quickly followed on willowy legs, silently agreeing with her decision to hunt. They needed to christen this new land, and the only way to do it was in blood. It was the way of the wolf.

Itsuki, of course, had certain beliefs to go with death, but his Shintoism was suspended when it came to prey. Prey were mindless to him, and so long as he was thankful for the animal's sacrifice, its kami would not hold a grudge.

They found a few gathered deer in short order. He came to stand alongside his Alpha now, though his head hung lower than hers. No doubt she was looking for the strongest of the herd to ensure they would be in no serious danger, which left Itsuki to pinpoint the weakest, which he did quickly. One of the does seemed to have a slight limp and favoured her left hind leg over her right one, something he only noticed when she took a hobbled step forward to graze on newer grass.

“That one,” he quietly decided, looking back to the Alpha for his orders.