Biography
I wonder why mom doesn't give her as much attention, Bahati thought, as he sat between his mother's forepaws. She licked his forehead and nuzzled his short nape with the underside of her chin. The smaller pup, his sister, pawed around some dirt in the corner of their den.
Young Bahati pushed away the thought and plopped down there, snugly tucked away between his mother's large forelimbs. His vivid green eyes grew heavy, watching his sister circle around to nip at her own tail.
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"I want you to protect your sister, Bahati. You know she wanders off easily," his mother warned him, and nudged his hind playfully as he left the den after Dumat. He had heard variations of that same phrase daily, as they'd leave to fight and play with the other pups around their age within the pack. Bahati was the bravest and strongest of the pups around his age group, and had little trouble tussling with other youth a little older and larger than himself. The elder hunters would speak to his mother often about the potential they saw within him, and how he graced the little battlefield of pup wrestling naturally. "Your boy will grow to be a good one," they'd say, fondly watching the young brute pinning his playmates. He'd overhear them often, and felt guilt that he had not ever heard an ounce of praise towards his sister. She often would pad off a little ways and study the plants and insects around, which did not gain her any popularity among the other pups nor elder hunters that watched over them.
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As they grew, Bahati became more and more protective and domineering over his sister, and quickly shut the lips of any that spoke out against her. He knew that they would still whisper about her from the safety of their own dens, and would roll their eyes when they'd see her tagging along with him. He had heard so many insults shot towards feeble little Dumat, and she'd hang her head low as she'd walk by his side.
"They just don't know you," Bahati said with a huff, and purposefully bumped into her side. She nodded and jabbed him back, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. Even as young adults, he could still see the hurt little pup within.
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"Now if you did that out there, you'd be dead," the brother said, his sister pinned onto her back below him. He shook his head and stepped off, backing up a few feet. "Again. Crouch down low, make sure that your throat is protected."
They had trained every morning, before most of the pack awoke. Bahati was old enough to join the hunters every evening, and Dumat had pestered so much about wanting to learn what he knew that he had finally given in. She had become quite a good fisher, but her land attacks needed much effort.
"Dumat, if a boar was charging at you, what are you going to do out there?" He asked her. She looked surprised back at him, and splayed her ears.
"I'd stand my ground," she said warily.
"Alright," Bahati said, and started to charge at her. She laughed and turned around, running away from her chuckling brother. "Do you still think you'd stand your ground?" He yelled to her, and grinned as he heard her laugh in response. He'd nip at her tail when he'd get close enough to, but Dumat's lankier frame kept her fast and agile.
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"...Dumat, stay back until we have him pinned. You'll need to grab and squeeze his neck, but be careful. He'll try to hit you with his antlers," he instructed. Bahati, the lead hunter, just as they all had wanted him to be. The young male looked like a warrior; tall and noble, packed with muscle and carried himself with the confidence of an alpha. He had earned a few scars from his training time, as was likely for one who fought and killed as much as he did, but that had only added to the brooding outer facade of the beloved son.
The others thought that he brought Dumat with out of pity. Perhaps he thought that being a hunter would bring her some sort of redemption or recognition within the pack. They usually just thought of her as added stress, for they knew if anything were to happen to Dumat, they would face the wrath of the protective older brother.
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They had been tracking this elk for hours. He traveled with a few females and another, lankier male in his herd. They had debated on killing one of the females, but they were quite small in comparison to the elk and would feed far fewer of their growing pack. This bull elk was undoubtedly the leader of their small herd, but Bahati had to assume that the other male would quickly come to replace him and lead the flock of females to safety. He eyed the herd grazing, tails smacking flies away. [Continue under the Preferences section]
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