Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

The white hunter watched carefully.

While the preacher was not as adept with his paws, there was a confidence in his movements that afforded him some forgiveness. Shiranui believed that if Bartholomew had been taught, he would have been a fine enough hunter. Without a pack, there would never be a need to hunt large prey or scout in search of herds.

As the preacher chased the otters, clicking his teeth threateningly close to their wet frames, Shiranui positioned himself to intercept. Good fortunes smiled on them. The otters raced toward the white wolf. The looming figure lunged and snapped his teeth around the throat of the largest, shaking until it ceased movement. He dropped it at his paws and chased for the next.

Bartholomew had done well to assist. Shiranui was pleased.