Step Forward [PRP Blood & Spiral]

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The otter slipped back and forth between the bucks forelegs, twining around in affection and perhaps a bit of mischief.

Blood sighed, continuing forward, making sure not to step on his otter who seemed to be attempting to either trip him or climb him. It was hard to tell with otters what they thought. He kept walking, moving farther away from his usual haunts.

Perhaps a hunt was in order? He was getting a bit hungry. Fish perhaps.  

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Fish Needle shifted, the otters nose moving as he sniffed deeply. He flicked his tail and darted off.

Blood snorted and turned, rolling his eyes as he followed the bright white otter. At times, it seemed having a familiar was more of a hassle then a help. Well... he stopped listening for a few moments before going on. Something was happening up ahead. He wondered what.

He met up with his otter and picked up the sound of splashing. "Hello," he called, moving closer.  

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Hounds, three of them? No one was a wolf and one was a spectral, slinky body and wispy. No growing, no bristled backs, though his otter was some what uneasy, giving soft chitters by his feet.

"I wouldn't mind a swim, it is rather warm out today." Blood lifted a foot and gave his familiar a light shove towards the water. "You feel better when you are in the water. You know that."

Fish exploded into loud scolding chittering before slipping into the water.

"I'm Blood. The otter I usually call Fish." He added as an after thought.  

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"Good evening, Spiral, the pack." Blood gave a slight nod to the hounds before slowly wading into the water. It was cool and soothing against the heat.

"He tries at times, but I also believe he uses me more to help him stuff his muzzle," Blood replied, slightly fond, slightly amused at the sleek creatures antics.  

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"It is probably in his nature," Blood shrugged, looking at the otter. They were little shits. And perhaps he was slightly lonely not having a mob of siblings or family to play with.

"I do. Mainly alone and occasionally with a partner. Most of the herd hunts in groups of three or more but they tend to hunt much larger prey." The does were sharp eyed and fleet of foot. "Do you have a favorite prey?"

Fish flicked his tail, dark eyes focused on the hound and chittered slightly, twisting in circles in a playful matter. Play?

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"We're not a tribe, well not in an sort of traditional sense," Blood trailed off musing over the group and the coming and going of the kin. "We come and leave an area as we please, knowing we are always welcome back and the land is harsh."

"But a tribe has a meaning and we are just a family of sort. Sometimes I wonder if Conquest will push to become a Tribe," the sharp and heavily mutated doe was on to seek out power.

"I don't see anything odd about it. They are prey, some are pets but that doesn't stop the rest from being prey." And delicious at that. They were tasty mouthfuls. "I personally would not eat an otter, but the does have brought back such prey before in their hunting trips."

Fish wiggled at Spectre, before giving a sharp noise, twisting about. What, why... come back! He chased after Demon, eager to start the game.

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"Perhaps they are tribe, though I don't believe we consider ourselves one." Tracks and Compile, Tracks' sons both adopted and true, and his adopted daughter. Birch's hunt mates, the does sharp eyed, toothed, and fleet of hoof. They were interconnected.

"Fish is the preference, though small caiman on occasion are a treat." Newly hatched to yearling caiman were a very delicious mouthful.

Fish shifted, giving Spectre a look and then Shadow. He flicked his tail, debating on climbing up on Spectre. He chattered and carefully clambered on board. Lets chase him.

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"It is quite tasty, if a bit crunchy. Most of what we take are hatchlings," Blood replied and paused, considering. "Yes and no... " he mused, thinking it over. Howl's pack handled the most, he hunted because he wished to and enjoyed the thrill. But even Tracks would hunt down an occasional rabbit or squirrel and his lover looked good with a splatter of blood.

"It matters, for larger prey, if we can get an crocodile or caiman up on the bank away from the water," And that was the key, to keep the predator out of its element. "Joke or Gorge might help. The acha treat it as a bit of a game." They were small and fast and dainty.

"But outside of the hunting group which is all does, and myself, most only hunt if they feel like it." Blood mused over the actions of the group. "And a few don't even eat meat, but will help flush game." He hummed slightly. "I don't even think the zikwa help hunt. Just watch."

Fish was clinging to the fur and making low pleased noises as Spectre ran circles around the other dog. He shifted, focusing and with a cry, launced himself off Spectre in an attempt to land on the shorter dog.

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