Pack life was definitely not for him.
Bahati'mguu stalked down the trodden down path towards the main area of the land, a makeshift sack wet with blood being dragged behind him. His hunting skills were still topnotch; his past had made him very good at stalking and killing. But for a while, it had only been for himself. Hunting for multiple mouths in order to pull his weight within the pack... it had taken a bit more time and energy.
Depositing the sack where he was supposed to, he let out a long sigh, sitting down beneath a nearby tree, watching the hive of the pack. This was where he was obligated to be for a while. He needed to leave. Besides waiting for Auni to be old enough, Bahati had no reason to remain in Pakita Ya'jua.
Bahati quickly became distracted by the ideas of where he would go next. Would he return to the same lifestyle, killing for his own livelihood? Would he be able to do that again, after what he had committed Auni to? A grim expression settled on his face as he pondered.
Syrius Lionwing
