he stands not alone

Kisu padded along lazily, taking in all of the new sights and smells. And one of those smells was plump little hogs that squealed happily. The grey wolf narrowed his shimmering golden eyes, thinking that soon they would no longer wail so cheerfully. Their father seemed on guard, perhaps defending against some other threat. The male decided that he could distract him easily enough and snatch one of the fat pigs for himself. He just hoped that he was not a victim of the tusks the grown pig wore on his face.

Kisu jumped through the thick bushes and plants, weaving through the trees. He hunkered down, watching the father grunt around as his piglets crowded each other safely near the log. He swung around and jumped from the bush in a wide stance to gain the hog's attention. The father squealed boisterously, charging at Kisu, who ran while carefully keeping an eye on the male behind him. Diving in some bushes, the grey and white male hid as the angry pig flew by. Kisu noted blood on the pig's hide and wheeled around, quickly tracking back to the location of his desired snack. The fat one he chose was helpless as he sunk his teeth into its neck and snapped his neck wildly, breaking the piglet's neck in the process.

He eyed the location wildly, and took off before the rustle in the bushes could make itself known; the hog roared behind Kisu as he happily trotted away with his small meal. The male followed the creek that flowed outward toward the great sea, looking for a comfortable place to feast. He stopped to drink on the way, the cool liquid easily sliding down his throat. The weather made the water icy cold, a temperature that Kisu quite enjoyed.

He stopped his journey for a meal spot, though, when he noticed a black male licking himself in the distance.