Chapter 16 - Fifteen (1/2)
What are two little dots in a white surface??
Two misplaced Hell Hounds.
Ha
Ha-ha.
…
Never mind that…I think my brain just froze.
*Cough*
We looked up to the moon to guide us up north. By now two weeks had passed until we reached the cold mountains; and by then we had embraced our nocturne nature, after all, sneaking in a prey when you are black and the environment is totally white? Not I easy task I tell ya, unless is nighttime.
But there was something satisfying in looking at the horizon and simply choosing a path to go, with nothing holding us back, been able to go where our paws could carry us.
It was amazing.
Who said flying was freedom? Running around, going from field to field, up and down the mountains as we view the unique landscape, that was truly… breathtaking and heartwarming.
But I guess flying would be useful too… I could use one of those, you know?...
No?
Nothing?
Shit, it worked before.
Ding: … (that's not how it works you lazy sh-)
Anyway, as for now we had our bellies down, unmoving in the middle of the foliage. My brother stayed farther away to my right to catch any runaway preys, as I close in more and more.
We were hunting rabbits, again, but these ones were chubby and bigger, and had wings on their backs and little horns on the forehead. At night they always went to their dens, and as they sleep we would go and close most of the entrances and holes with rocks and wood, letting only two entryways open.
Them my brother would go to one of these and start spiting fire inside, making them scared and confused with all the smoke and heat, and with only one way out.
Right into my claws.
We hunted them mostly because it wasn't difficult; troublesome, yes, but not difficult; and to quickly have our bellies filled for another endless walk to the north. Today, however, was probably the last day since we already were very far in the snow and cold.
It was very harsh at the beginning.
It was like trying to keep a fire using damp wood in a cold environment full of wetness (snow). But to my surprise, at least, we didn't lose HP, only suffered a lot as it got harder and harder to move and our muscles got heavier and contracted.
My brother didn't mind though; the first signals of snow he started hopping around trying to catch its flocks with his tongue. I won't denied that even I had some fun… I love the crunching sound that my paws made on the snow.
And my brother level up as well, level 10, but this time we were preparing to receive his evolution, finding a safe cave; we tried an igloo before, but it melted; and separating some food beforehand.
Not much though, as to not attract other predators. He would do it today, that's why I was closing in the entrance to the cave with some low branches, saying:
”We have to choose wisely your evolution, it will completely change your affinity and abilities, so I was thinking we could analyze together what appears and see which one fits you better and… Little brother? Hunthor? Are you listening?”
Worried I went inside the cave only to find him passed out close to the food, his mouth open and droll coming out of it.
…
He didn't…
He didn't just choose his evolution without thinking and talking with me now, did he?
I put a paw on my face, frowning, taking deep breaths to calm down. He wouldn't chose something stupid right? Like the poison one.
No, he totally would.
Ugh.
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After two days of his resting I was able to see his new status.
…
I should have excepted that. A super-ultra-beacon evolution:
-Appraisal completed-
Name: Palarran Hunthor Mìnaothon
Gender: Male
Race: Fire Hell Hound