The howling hound clan.
Population: 34 adults, 4 younglings.

The era of flame, year two.

Crimson eyes scanned through the foliage for prey, a large wild boar-like creature being the target. The three pairs of eyes singling out the old and the young. Once an old, fat beast had been decided upon, the trio set their plan into play, the older female lounging out from the treeline into the small clearing while viciously barking, causing the boars to run off towards safety, leaving every boar for him or herself. The two young males had in the meantime circled around the clearing and efficently cut off the escape for the old boar, as well as one of their young whom had been trampled and left behind in the rush, squealing with all that was left of it’s strength, but to no avail.

The two younglings pounced upon the larger boar and sunk their claws into it’s flesh, dragging it down to the ground, while the older female had secured the injured young with a killing bite to the neck without any major resistance. The older boar put up a fight however, thrashing itself back and forth violently, trying to shake the attackers off, but only caused the claws to rip deeper wounds, the younglings holding on to it for their lives, the older female watching them carefully.

-Minutes later-


The old boar had finally bled out. The female had watched passively untill now as the two younglings struggled. She snarled at them and folded her ears back.

“Sloppy. So much wasted blood and time because neither of you were brave enough to finish it. Shamefull. But well done on the chase. As punishment for the slow kill, you will take turns carrying the big one home.”

She slowly stood up on her hind legs and grabbed the smaller boar, waddling away with it towards the dens, the two younglings struggling too keep up.

-Hours later by the dens-

The hunting party of three had finaly made their way back to the hillside where the clan of ashen had made their home, their eyes taking in the well hidden dens and the stockpiled food lying near the most central den, the carved trees and the rocks lying around primite firepits with deep clawmarks scratched into them. The female barking for those that were in the dens to come out while the younglings practiced their howls, calling for those further away to return home.

Twenty hounds of differing size and shades of coloring emerged from their dens, forming a circle around the three and their caught prey while a larger male entered the circle. The hunters laid down next to the prey they had brought down. The male eyed the larger boar carefully, looked at it’s wounds and huffed.

“You are not worthy to be called adults yet. Kill swiftly, move on to the next prey. We are a large family, we need more food. When the darkness falls, you will go and hunt again. I expect more then.”

The younglings bowed their heads to the Alpha and walked out to sit in the circle.

The Alpha proceeded too inspect the female’s kill. 

“An easy kill… Was already injured before an ashen laid as much as a paw on it. Good choice of prey. But I expected nothing less of my daughter. You get to rest. Sereh will hunt with the younglings next time.”

The female bowed her head just as the males had and joined the circle while the Alpha male dug in on the older boar’s flesh, ripping lose a sizeable chunk of it with ease. He left the circle and trotted off into his den. As soon as the Alpha male had left the circle, the other members of the clan dug in, snarling and growling at eachother in a frenzy, blood and entrails flying left and right.