Redtail Rise Þief

Aventus was similarly blind to his son's disrespect; that realization would come later, along with the ice-water thought that he might be forced to part his child from the pack with his own teeth if Atreus would not come to heel soon.

Now he was focused on the hunt. His muscles burned with the thrill and exertion of running the cow up the hill. Her herd milled below, stamping and snorting, but not a one among them willing to risk their hides for her. The tendency to care for the old and infirm was, Aventus thought, a uniquely wolfish trait.

The large brute of a male lunged for the elk's nose. Aventus took the opportunity to peel to the side, away from potentially kicking hind legs, and dove for the flank with his own teeth snapping.