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Asi’wi sighed as he held his hand out, palm up, and created a miniature snow storm. The snow piled up in his palm and started to tumble over and onto his bed. He brought his other hand up and with a few flicks of his fingers, the snow was changing shape and molding itself into a tiny vollox. He manipulated it easily enough, making it turn its head this way and that. “Stupid rodents,” he muttered as he squeezed his hand into a fist and broke apart the snow vollox. He flopped back onto his bed and narrowed his eyes at the ceiling. He should have been able to take on a few measly rodents his first time out. It wasn’t as if he was new to hunting. It hadn’t been his first time out. Just his first time alone. And he hadn’t been able to prove that he was able to handle that.

Ice spread out from under him as he fumed, soon covering all of his sheets. When he pushed up to a sit, Asi heard the crack of the ice breaking and glanced down. His brows knit together as he pulsed out his magic and broke the rest of the ice away from his bed. He needed to get a better handle on his clan magic as well. It seemed that, whenever he was upset, it had a mind of its own. He clenched his fingers into a fist and pushed up from the bed and headed down the stairs. On that day, he had the house to himself. His brother and father were out hunting, Asi having opted to stay home and mope, and his mother was off visiting a friend on the other side of the city.

Having been left alone did not mean that Asi had been left with nothing to do. Since he had, stubbornly, chosen to stay at home, his mother had set out a few chores for him to do while the rest of the family was away. He muttered as he pulled on his snow boots, leaving the rest of his outside gear to sit, unneeded (even if his mother insisted, still, that he wear them) and he went through the house, gathering up any trash that needed to be taken out to the bin.

As he headed out the door, Asi kicked at the snow in his path, sending it flying into the air. He plucked with his magic, suspending it in mid air and then swirling it around, forming a small funnel cloud of snow in front of him. With a flick of his gaze, he sent the snow hurdling off across the yard and falling back down to join the rest of the white stuff.

The sound of something crashing caused Asi to jump, gaze jerking over to where he thought the source of the loud noise had come from. His brows pinched together when he saw nothing except the trash bin. Asi huffed at his jumpiness and moved over to the bin. The only warning, before he had claws raking down his bare arm, was the familiar snarl of a vollox. As he opened the lid the small creature lunged at him, it’s clawed paws digging into his arm as it snarled and hissed at him.

Asi cried out as he shoved at the beast, its teeth gnashing down on his hand. As he was struggling with the one currently clinging to his arm, two more vollox scrambled out of the bin and scrambled off through the snow. Asi winced and grit his teeth as the vollox currently gnawing at his hand bit harder, as if to distract him. He tried again to shove it off but it was stuck to him, claws in deep. He tore his hand away, causing gashes to be torn into it and he yelped at the pain. “Stupid…” He shoved at it, again, with his freed hand, this time a spike of ice shot out from his palm and he felt the icicle pierce through the vollox’s throat. “...rodent.” The vollox went limp, claws releasing from his arm and falling to the ground.

Asi’s gaze jerked back up, following the trail through the snow that the other vollox at left. Off in the distance he saw their tails bobbing up and down. He stomped the ground, sending ice spikes shooting up from the snow and off towards the small beasts. When they missed their target, Asi took a step forward, meaning to run after the bothersome things but stoped when his head began to spin. He grunted, glancing down to his bloodied arm and hand and frowning. Most of the wounds were deep scratches but a few were gouges went deeper and the blood was pouring out. If he didn’t get the wounds cleaned and dressed, and soon, his family would come home to more than just a dead vollox in the yard.

He grunted and, as he headed into the house, scooped up his kill and wondered if it would be good to cook with. Asi dropped off the vollox in the sink and went off to gather all the supplies he needed to clean the wounds. It didn’t take long for him to clean, disinfect and bandage up the wounds. Where a few of the gouges were deeper, the blood was already soaking through the bandages. He frowned and ignored it for the time being as he moved over to the sink and got busy skinning and cleaning his catch. He’d at least get a bit of scales and a pelt out of the beast, even if his mother was unable to do much with the meat.