Jax hated schooling, but he loved the wilds around the buildings. The lake was of particular interest. The only issue he had was all the scents. Too many people came around here, and no one could claim this territory in Manta Carlos. Pft. Weak.
Jackson had taken up at the lake that day during lunch, twitching and wishing he could change skin and follow his nose wherever it led, but he had work to do. He didn't understand most of it. What was the point of letters and words? Dalia had told him she'd teach him -- he still maintained how pointless it was, but she made it seem easier if nothing else.
Jax rolled onto his stomach on the grass and watched as a mouse scurried past, rising to his knees the boy pounced and gave chase. The thrill of the hunt was hard to deny when frustration or excitement was high.
The young eldritch couldn't go home yet today. It was one of those days Grandma and Grandpa had a meeting, so Schrödinger couldn't interrupt. That's okay though. He'd always wanted some time to explore the trees by the lake.
Schrödinger sat down in a clearer grassy area, pulling a bag of cereal from a Box. It bobbed cheerfully around his head before disappearing, temporarily put away. Placing his snack down by his crossed feet, the boy began to pluck nearby flowers. Maybe he could make one of those crown-things for Grandma.
The small form of the mouse darted through the grass a few feet in front of him, streaking into a taller patch of grass. Schrödinger, already startled by the quick movement, let out a high-pitched yelp when Jax came barreling after. The eldritch stood quickly. He took off after the other boy and the mouse, leaving the bag of cereal behind.
Be kind, Grandma would say. Protect. "Hey!" Schrödinger called, hopefully loud enough for Jax to hear, "Hey, wait! Please! Leave that mouse alone!" Of course, the younger boy was not as fast as the werewolf, and Schrödinger was quickly losing ground.
@Foxy
Jax was having fun. Despite everything. Despite the loss of his home and his two parents. It wasn't just hunting; it was the running and the focusing. It was letting his Wolf to the forefront, so the past was behind, and the future wasn't something to worry about. He was in there here and now.
That was, until, a squeal and then a voice cut through the air. Jackson stopped dead in his tracks as the mouse got away. He hadn't planned on eating it anyway, but the thrill of chasing was always fun.
"Huh?" He looked over his shoulder at the kid running toward him and crouched to the ground, waiting.
When Schrödinger reached him, Jax looked up at him and cocked his head to the right, awaiting some form of explanation. "It's fun, so why not?" He asked. People here were strange with all their weird rules.
"What's it matter to you?"