Lost Creek Hollow mom stop crying, i know i'm not a big nerd.

She asked if he liked hunting, and he nodded his head. He had really only had the one experience so far -- save for playing around with smaller prey, like mice -- but he liked it, and knew that as he matured, he would be responsible for providing for the pack in some way. Maybe hunting would be his thing. "Yeah, I like it. I'm not very good yet, but I'm gonna keep practicing," he said.

Up ahead, he could see that the river forked in two directions. "Which way should we go?" he asked, surveying each option beneath the glow of the moon.