Moonspear 起死回生

When she moved the meat away, his ears flicked up from their splay and naturally, sights followed her every motion, anticipating something--a fact, a lesson, a test of him--all commonplace, and regular parts of routine. He is used to her eyes upon him, even through others as well, so it was nothing new to him as her instructions came with a question.

Once she said to pretend it was alive, Antares had let his eyes narrow back at the meat with this in mind. Stalk.. separate, the boy spoke quietly and  recited pieces of the plans to most hunts, from near to the beginning for what he knew. Of course, his lessons in tracking had told him there was much more that went into it to actually be successful.. but for simplicity, yes, these were important fundamentals to start at. Then, where active interest picked up next: Chase, pounce, bite--get the throats, he said, an eager glimmer whisking over his navy eyes then like some vague anticipation--he knew all the key points, he believed. Only his details needed ironing, all side-effect to his relative inexperience in the grand scheme of life left to live on the mountainside.