11 - For My Mate

~Tyson’s Point of View~

Being a Shadow you don’t really get to hunt too much unless it’s kind of work related. I really miss that about being in a pack. Sometimes the vamps want to go out at night and if I’m off I’ll tag along. I learned so much from Chance when I was training, and I was doing my damnedest to put it all to use.

I had to get something big, something impressive and around here that meant only one animal. Not only was it large but it was hard as hell to catch. I’d also need help carrying it back but that wouldn’t be a problem. We had the muscle, I hoped...

My wolf and I wander apart from the triplets and Chance then head to where the vegetation is the thickest, and open our nose, checking for it’s poop. Crazy thing but if anything I learned in tracking, it’s that the poop never lies. After about ten minutes we come across a bunch scattered around, its at least a couple hours old. But there were several different scents. Axel grins wide, ready to get at it.

We open our ear