Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

The hunter’s chase did not last long. His long legs carried him across the ground in pursuit of the fleeing otters. Two of them still raced for the water, noticing that the dog did not follow them. Shiranui loomed from behind them until he had eliminated the space between them. All it took was another snap of his teeth around the second otter’s skull, the clean sound of the animal’s head being crunched in his mouth.

When Shiranui returned to Bartholomew, he watched the dog with a curious stare. The man was speaking over the prey. The white wolf wondered why. He placed his otter at his feet and then stepped toward the one he had caught for the dog. Shiranui nudged it toward him. He moved and tore at the flesh of his prize, showing the man how to eat.

I am just leaving work and trotting home and then I should be back on and available to keep writing with you. ^w^