First hunt first hunt first hunt! He was as giddy as a fledgling learning how to fly for the first time. 'Course, this was the less official way to do it, since they weren't being accompanied by either of their parents, or other siblings, or their grandmother, or . . . really anyone. Yeah. Wolfgang couldn't help himself, he was just really wanting to get his paws on his first kill, well, first. And he was confident he could do so, being all sneaky sneaky like he was right now. Heck, the only one who managed to catch onto his trail was Scar, but really he hardly counted her; they were practically sewn at the hip anyway. In fact he would have discredited her skills if she didn't follow him!It was very late into the evening, where the sun was beginning to dip down about halfway beneath the horizon. Being semi-nocturnal, Wolfgang was already beginning to buzz with energy as he and his twin trotted through the woods, casting furtive looks behind them to make sure no-one else was following from the family. "Okay, I think we're good," he whispered to Scarlatti, grinning boyishly. "This is so fun! Wait till we get back with our first kill before everyone else! They'll be soooooo jealous."
There were ups and downs to being raised in a family that thrived in the dark and were exposed early to the idea of death, or more specifically skinning. For Wolfgang, the only male of the litter, not only was he an oddity among the girls, but he exuberantly embraced the family traditions, to the point of annoyance. He wanted to know them all, and he wanted to know them all now! He wasn't afraid of the dark or, for that matter, death; he was wearing what used to be a living creature's pelt for Pete's sake! It was just a game to him, killing and skinning. An innocent, interesting, fun game.
"Whatcha think? Maybe we could take down a moose or a bear or somethin'!" Wolfgang suggested, green eyes bright in the coming twilight.
