Bloodhound's Adventures

The Pup

In a sunlit forest on a rural planet within the outlands bloodhound is on one of their occasional hunting trips.

Bloodhound sets off deep into the forest on a hunt, looking for some prey.
Silently stalking through the underbrush as the sun started to set, they spot a small herbivore feeding on some berries.
They readied their strike, then they pounce. Swiftly executing their attack and killing the creature painlessly with their hatchet. They then pick the creature up and begin lugging it by its legs back to their camp.
When they are interrupted by Artur; their raven landing on their shoulder with somthing in its beak.
"What have you there?" Bloodhound spoke, reaching up to take the object from the raven. The bird croaks playfully.
The object was a small trinket, fitting nicely into their gloved hands. It was what looked like an old bronze key, its lock nowhere to be seen.
"Hm, peculiar. They assessed, placing it into their pocket, as they continue walking.
They arrive at their camp a short while later, and artur flies to perch on their tent. Bloodhound sets their kill on the ground and starts preparing a fire. Once they got the fire going they placed some wood over it to keep it going as they butchered the creature. Grabbing their survival knife from its holster they expertly skinned and butchered the creature. Setting the skin aside along with some extra meat for later. They then went to collect some wet sticks to cook the meat upon. Stripping some off a nearby bush. They construct a lattice from the sticks and suspend it over the fire with some bigger sticks supporting the lattice. Placing the meat they were going to eat on the lattice and sitting down beside the crackling fire with an exhale. Admiring the mesmerizing flame for a moment. The flame reflecting in their helmet's lenses. Before returning to work, reaching for the skin they had just removed from the small creature. They pick it up and observe it, running their gloved fingers across it as the small piece of spotted skin appears to glow from the light of the fire. Bloodhound then hangs it up to tan.
They then check the meat with their knife to see that it is not done. They leave it on the fire.
By now it is dark, only the sound of the wind and crackling fire break the silence. Until a loud cry rang through the air, alerting bloodhound. Bloodhound was curious as to what the sound came from. So they cautiously set out towards it and came across a small, grey pup caught in a leftover trap. The trap had taken hold of it's front paw, which was now bleeding. Bloodhound was disappointed in the people who had placed the trap and forgotten about it, leaving it to rust.
"How irresponsible" they growled.

Bloodhound took pity on the poor scrap, because it had probably gotten separated from its own. Or it could have been abandoned after being caught. They reach toward it and it tries to pull away from them, but as being bound by the trap, it could not escape. Bloodhound takes hold of the trap and pries the trap open to reveal the animal's small, mangled paw. The pup tries to run, but still cannot. Its paw was injured so it wound up falling down. Bloodhound snatches the injured infant and rushes back to their camp, where they gather some supplies to tend to the wound. They sit by the fire for light and inspect the pup's paw where there is luckily only one break. They pin the pup down to keep it still and snap the bone back into place. The pup yelps, but they continue to tend to the pup. They clean and stitch up the wound and use a nearby stick to keep the bone in place. They neatly wrap it up with bandages. They unpin the pup and take a breath.
"You are fortunate, young one. If I had not helped you would surely have perished."

The pup stands up carefully and pauses, looking up at bloodhound with thankful eyes. When the smell of burning wafts over to them.
"Ah!" Bloodhound exclaims as the burning is from the meat they were cooking earlier. They stand up to see the meat burned, but still edible. So bloodhound takes it to eat. They throw some of their extra raw meat to the pup, who was overjoyed to have a meal. It did not hesitate to take a bite.

Bloodhound and the pup finished their meal, and both of them were exhausted. It has been a long day. Bloodhound groaned, getting up off the ground. They pack up their leftover raw meat and set it in the tent. Then they picked up the pup and went into the tent, they gently set the pup down next to them and within minutes they were both sound asleep.

Writer's note: This is just a fanfiction I am writing to prove to my friend that I am able to write in third person as well. I doubt this will get many reads or any at all. If it does get reads I will be sure to continue writing this story.

Edit: this is no longer true. I will be continuing this story of my own volition.