Tyra, The Untamed

Chapter Two

Tyra and Arvid came home, the former looking victorious.

"By all the stars, what happened to you?" Tyra's mother scolded as she grabbed Tyra's wounded arm. "Is that a gorlock?!"

Arvid laughed. "Yep! We took down two, but only managed to get this one."

Tyra's mother, Elin, sighed. "And I suppose you got Tyra hurt from that?" She gestured to the fallen beast.

"Yep! We took down a gorlock, mom!" Tyra grinned.

Elin shook her head and went off to get some bandages. Arvid's broad hand went on Tyra's shoulder. "You know, maybe we should have warned your mother about gorlocks and your little obsession."

"It's not an obsession," Tyra protested, "It's a hobby!"

Arvid smirked. "Of course, little bear."

"I'm serious!" Tyra snapped.

"Yes, yes."

"Dad!" Tyra poked Arvid's golden-and-red chest plate. "It's not an obsession!"

Her father sighed. "I'm sure," He said.

Tyra's mother, Elin, came back, some bandages draped across her arms. "Alright little bear, get over here." She grabbed Tyra's arm and inspected it. Elin wrapped some bandages around Tyra's arm. "There we go," Elin sighed. "Well, then. I suppose you want to skin the beast, eh?"

Tyra's eyes brightened. "Yes!"

Elin nodded. "Want to come, Arvid?"

"Sure," Arvid said. "Well. Let's get started."

Tyra raised the golden gorlock's skin over her head like a banner. "Yes! I did it!"

"Very good, Tyra. Now, what to do with it..." Elin trailed off.

"I want to keep it! Can I have a chest plate, like dad?" Tyra said, bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Yes, yes. When your older."

Tyra rolled her eyes, but nodded. Arguing with her father, she could win it sometimes; arguing with her mother, on the other hand, went rather differently. She ran to the door, nimbly opening it, and ran out into the sunlight. 

Tyra immediately ran for the forest. Once she reached the stretch of trees and undergrowth, she'd be able to pause and sample all the different tracks.

She came up to a spot near a tree and squinted at it. The tracks in the snow indicated a rabbit. She stalked forward until Tyra saw another harbinger for rabbit—brown-ish white fur. Around this time, the beginning of winter, Tyra remembered, a rabbit's brown fur would turn into a more white-ish coloration. She crept forward, until—

There! A rabbit! Tyra itched for the rifle Arvid had strapped on his back. For now, she'd just watch and observe.

Arvid and Elin are my characters—Tyra and everyone else belongs to Hi-Rez and Evil Mojo