"Thunderstrike! Hunting! Now!" The silver wolf dragged him outside.

"Yeah dad, I know... You don't have to mess up my fur..." The larger wolf rolled his eyes at Strike's unnecessary commentary.

He snorted. "And you say I'm the disrespectful one."

Downpour cuffed Strike's ear. "Hunting pup, hunting."

They padded into the forest, weaving through thorns and trees. Strike's ears pricked up when he scented a herd of deer.

"This way." He whispered, leading his father towards an open clearing.

"Now!" The two wolves leaped at the largest deer, Strike frantically clawing at its neck. The buck flung him off and he swiped at a doe instead.

He batted at its front legs and it fell to the leaves. Strike swiftly delivered a bite to the deer's neck, killing it easily.

Downpour had finished off his battle and was already dragging the body back to the cave. "Hey Strike, I see a storm coming."

Strike laughed. "Not anymore." He looked towards the incoming clouds and they quickly spread away, taking their rains to elswhere.

"Good job. Now let's get these home."