Hunstu [ Quick | Breakdown ]

By the third week, the pack was starving.

Hunstu was not a large wolf, nor the fastest, nor the one with the loudest howl. In the Moon Shadow Pack, he was the one the others forgot. When the elders told stories of great hunts, they never mentioned Hunstu. When the alphas chose scouts for the dangerous eastern ridge, they passed him over. He was the grey shadow at the edge of the firelight, the one who ate last and slept farthest from the den. hunstu

And when Scarback rose from behind the rocks with a roar, the herd had nowhere left to turn. They bolted forward into the narrow kill zone the pack had prepared. In ten minutes, the Moon Shadow Pack had four elk down. By the third week, the pack was starving

“I’ve never missed one, either,” said Hunstu. “Because I don’t chase what I cannot catch.” When the elders told stories of great hunts,

“You’ll kill two,” said Hunstu. “The rest will scatter into the high passes, and we’ll never catch them. We have one chance. We have to make them want to run the right way.”