How It All Changed (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6 - First Kill. What Did I Do?

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As the dust was settling from Wahya’s rapid retreat, the yipping continued to get closer. Thinking it might be a good idea to follow Wahya’s example until I found out more, I grabbed what remained of the rabbit and took off after him. I caught up to him about a half mile later. He was sitting in a clearing breathing harder than that little run should have counted for.

Are you all right? I asked cautiously, coming up behind him. Here, have the rabbit, you left it behind when you took off. He spun around, surprising me into dropping the carcass.

Are you stupid? The panic in his words and movement were palpable. That was what we were running from, now we have to run again.

I considered the rabbit dubiously; we were running from a dead rabbit. Even alive a rabbit couldn’t hurt anything, unless it was the rabbit from the Monty Python Quest for the Holy Grail movie, that bugger was down right nasty. Wahya was watching me watch the rabbit, probably revising what he said in his head.

Okay. He elucidated slowly. Let me rephrase that. We are not running from the rabbit, rather what wants the rabbit.

And what wants the rabbit? Acting reasonable until I was filled in a little bit more about the situation.

Coyotes. He snarled. They steal my kills when they are nearby.

But coyotes can’t beat a wolf pack. I said matter-of-factly. Why would you be afraid of some coyotes?

Yeah, I know, but what you don’t understand is I’m not in a pack. In fact, you are the first one like me I have met. I can’t beat a family of coyotes by myself. He hung his head in shame; I figured it was male pride, to not be able to protect himself. You remember how I told you about losing control of myself and killing the first time. I tipped my head, remembering what he was referencing. Well, the deer that I caught was stolen within three mouthfuls by a pack of coyotes. I couldn’t fight them all, I was still new and didn’t know how to fight, and they overpowered me. My left shoulder got torn up pretty bad. It was then I noticed a small bald spot on his shoulder where I would guess a scar was present. They told me I was hunting in their territory and that it was now their kill.

Wait, wait, wait, we can understand coyotes?

From what I can tell we can understand most, if not all, canines.

Wow, that can come in handy someday I’m sure. I regarded him seriously. He has been alone for a year, apparently talking to any old dog that wandered into the woods. Now I was here, so he had me, and as much as I can determine I was going to be this was for a while. He didn’t have to be afraid of coyotes he had me to watch his back. You know what? The two of us make a pack. We have nothing to fear of these coyotes. From now on all kills made by us are ours or else we will kick some serious ass.

You don’t know these coyotes. He scoffed.  They are a pretty big pack.

How many members strong?