On this day, the morning light shined brightly above the Yairf Forest and the various creatures that made it their home. It was just past morning and growing closer to noon, as such many of the animals were up and about and carrying on with their normal every day routine. Beneath the cover of some tall oak trees a family of hares, a plentiful resident in the forest, were grazing in the tall grass. They were quite large and needed to eat hearty helpings of greens to maintain their mass, and although they were always cautious for predators during the day, meal time was the one time where they chose to relax. They were happy and absentmindedly eating their cares away, all while a shadowy assailant was crouched low within a bush nearby, breathing shallow breaths so as not to be discovered too soon.

He had been following the hares for nearly half of the day, and all of his careful trailing had culminated in this one moment. Ever since he ran out of bait a few days prior it became harder and harder to corner the nimble creatures he was so fond of. It was taking him much more effort this way, but once he was done waiting for the right and rare moment where they'd all group together, victory would finally be his. His stomach produced a low growl at the thought of roasted hare which slightly alerted one of the hares he was watching who lifted it’s head up to inspect the area. Soon the others took notice of this and also lifted their heads up, eventually deciding to stare curiously at his hiding spot. He scowled in silent anger as his own hunger threatened to ruin his only shot at a decent meal. He clenched the net that was in his hands and very nearly threw it while they were watching, but when the group warily lowered their heads again he relaxed. Realizing that he wasn’t going to get lucky a second time, he tensed his muscles and prepared to catch the little suckers before they wised up and ran. Just as he raised it up and tried to release a loud crack echoed through the forest, sending some resting bird out of the trees to fly frantically through the air.

The loud crack and sound of flapping startled the hares, and with instinct taking over they darted into the forest before the hunter had a chance to react. “Dammit!” He shouted out as he stood up from his crouched position, his legs popping from the sudden release of tension. Now out in the open it was revealed that the hunter was a diamond dog adolescent standing at about six feet tall. He had black fur with white fur covering his midsection all the way up to the underside of his muzzle, and on his neck he was sporting a red collar with a tag that said 'Calypso'. He watched as the tails of the hares disappeared into the bushes, the loud cracking still echoing through the forest. He looked in the direction of the noise and growled, but before he could rectify that he had some dinner to catch.

He let out a long sigh as he tensed his muscles in order to bring out his inner power. His body slowly started to glow a light yellow as the mystical power made his fur wave around like they were caught in a swaying breeze. His eyes shot open, their naturally light blue color being replaced by the yellow of his power, and with a blinding speed he put away his net and donned his bow and quiver of wooden arrows. He exploded forth at an incredible speed in the direction of the fleeing leonids and quickly picked up a scent despite how fast he was going. With his heightened reactions he bobbed and weaved between the trees and over the rocks and mud as he quickly gained on the hares. He skidded to a halt at a small and dark trail of mud with a loud screech as his paws dug into the dirt from the sudden stop. He sniffed around and realized that the scents split off into three separate directions, so with a silent curse for his luck he ran in the direction of the most recent trail.

His blind decision paid off as he quickly saw the fleeing grey hare, a tad older than he liked but still more than plump enough to make up for it, running as fast as it's little legs could carry it. With a familiar feeling in his legs that told him his speed would soon fade he jumped into the air and fired an arrow as close to the hare as he could, trying desperately to predict it's path so that he could strike it. With the arrows release his speed and yellow hue ended, sending him straight to the ground like a rock as all of the momentum left his body. He let out a grunt of pain as he crashed, the wind being knocked completely out of him as a result of the fall. Feeling exhausted and hurt all over he continued to lay there on his back in order to recuperate, but as he tilted his head backwards he gasped at what he saw. There, sticking out of a nearby bush, was the shaft of his wooden arrow. It was tilted at an angle and most definitely lodged into something, and he had a good feeling about what he had hit.

With renewed vigor he smiled and lifted himself off of the ground slowly. He stumbled closer to the bush, a wide and hungry grin on his muzzle, and laughed gleefully as the smell of roasted hare already began to reach his nose. He reached for the arrow and gave it a pull, but instead of seeing his reward for the long hours of waiting and the physical effort, he saw two large purple peppers pierced at the end of the arrow like an unappetizing kebab. Almost immediately after his discovery he heard the unmistakable sound of skittering feet as the hare took off from beneath the bush and back into the forest.

The hunter attempted to give chase, but with his exhausted legs feeling like jelly all he managed to do was trip and fall. He watched his would be dinner escape into the darkness and pounded his fist into the dirt angrily. As he did this, the same loud crack that startled the hares earlier echoed through the forest once more. He looked in it's direction and scowled as he picked himself back up and leaned on a nearby tree for support.

"Penny!" He seethed angrily as he began his long trek to the source of the noise. After much trial and error he had developed a steady rhythm to his limp, until twenty minutes later where had finally walked off the limp and began a brisk jog. As he closed in on the source of the noise the cracks grew louder and more frequent until finally he was right on top of the source. To his right there was a thick tree trunk being pelted with rocks, and to his left was a small brown diamond dog pup looking bored and overflowing with a green aura much like Calypso's yellow aura from before. All around her were green floating rocks covered in the same aura she was that were pelting the tree one at a time and leaving dents where they impacted. The pup still hadn't noticed him, so with a firm stance Calypso raised his voice to grab her attention.

"Penelope!” He yelled with anger, startling the pup into dropping all of her rocks and cutting off her power.

“What? What wrong?” She asked rapidly in broken sentences. She looked up at her brother and saw his fatigue as well as the burning anger in his eyes. "Oh." She said in realization before dropping her ears in embarrassment and fear.

"Oh? Is that all you have to say? Do you know what just happened!?" Calypso yelled angrily, making her flinch in the process. "You just ruined it! My hunt!" He shouted in hunger filled rage.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry brother." She said while backing up in fear as Calypso took several intimidating steps towards her.

"Sorry isn't going to change what happened. I've told you time and time again not to make such loud noises, and what do you do?" He picked up one of the tiny pebbles that she had dropped on the ground and tossed it at the tree with all of his might, sending it straight through the tree with a loud crash and leaving a bowling ball sized hole in the trunk. "You throw rocks at trees in the middle of my hunt!" He spun back around filled with rage, but when he saw his sister curled into a ball and cowering next to a tree stump all of his anger immediately vanished.

He rushed to his sister who only flinched from his sudden movement and gently placed his hands on her in concern. "Hey, hey, hey," He said in an attempt to soothe her. "Shhhhhh, I'm so sorry Penny. It's okay, I'm not mad." Despite his change in tone she continued hide herself and shiver. To say that Calypso felt guilty would have been an understatement. He was so riled up from the chase and lying in wait that he had gone off way too hard on the young pup, and while he knew he had told her in the past not to do it, this situation didn't warrant any of the rage he had unleashed on her. He looked back to the tree trunk and gasped when he saw a hole that looked as if someone chucked a boulder through the large bark, when all he threw was a pebble.

"Penny, please...I'm so sorry." He said with sorrow as he hugged his beloved sister tightly, and thankfully he felt her slowly calm down. After about ten minutes of silence he felt Penny slowly unfurl and return his hug, sniffling slightly the entire time she did so. "Oh thank goodness Penny." He said, relieved that she was even responding to him so soon after his outburst.

"I'm sorry brother." She said sadly, unknowingly making Calypso feel a thousand times worse.

"No! I'm sorry! Despite what happened, you didn't deserve that Penny. I'm your big brother, and I have a responsibility to take care of you, and that means staying calm in the face of frustration. I just blatantly took my anger out on you, and you didn't need that at all. Can you ever forgive me?" He said hopefully while holding her face in front of him. His hands made her cheeks all puffy as he held her and almost as soon as he was finished she tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion. He sighed in defeat when he realized that she likely didn't understand most of what he said and just repeated his final statement. "Can you forgive me?" She looked all around thoughtfully before responding.

"Can you carry me?" She asked hopefully. Her answer came in the form of a quick toss as Calypso threw her several feet into the air and jumped up to catch her on his back. She laughed in excitement from the trick, and just like that both of them were back to smiling.

"You betcha Penny, now where's your basket?" He asked, feeling rejuvenated from her smile alone.

"Over there brother!" She said happily while pointing towards the destroyed tree. Quickly he limped around the tree and found a simple straw basket that was sparsely filled with various fruits and vegetables. "Is that enough?" Penny asked curiously from his right shoulder. Calypso hummed in thought as he picked out the few berries and sweets that would be suitable and immediately knew that they needed more.

"Well Penny, it seems we still have a lot of work to do." He reached into the basket behind a brown root and pulled out a long parchment with various pictures of suitable items. The two trekked out into the forest and spent the next few hours making up for lost time, collecting berries, apples, peaches, and wampa fruits, and Even though he was still fatigued from using his power, Penny was more than willing to help by pulling down the fruits they couldn't reach with her power. She noticed that Calypso flinched a little each time she did so, but she chose to ignore the reactions and kept on smiling as if she hadn't noticed. Eventually the two diamond dogs had finished their work, and sat on the ground with the orange evening sun setting behind them. They both looked upon their stuffed basket with tired, but content smiles.

"Well Penny, that should do it." Calypso said as he looked over to his sister with a smile.

"Yeah," She yawned loudly. "Easy peasy." Her eyes started to droop and her head began to sway as the days events quickly caught up with her.

"Come here little one, let's go home." He said while slowly yawning himself.

"No...no I can...walk." She said weakly as Calypso hoisted her up onto his back once again. He picked up the now heavy basket and sniffed the air for the familiar scent of home, and once he had a lock he began slowly walking towards the center of the forest.

"I'm sure you can, but I think this is much better." His voice fell on deaf ears as Penny almost immediately began to snore the moment she wrapped her arms around him. Calypso smiled at the sight of her and continued walking in silence, just enjoying the calm breeze and the soft colors of the end of the day. The trees rustled to and fro, filling the forest with the calm rustling that he had enjoyed ever since he was Penny's age.

He looked back at her and smiled even wider as he remembered when his father would do this for him long ago. So many times he'd want to go hunting with him, only to get so tired that he had to be carried home. Over time though he got better and better, until now where he can wait for hours in silence until the time was right. Still he wasn't as good at hunting as his father, but he liked to imagine that he'd improved since back then. With his thoughts shifting to his past, he smiled contentedly as he felt the nostalgia fill him with joy and longing.

"Crikey, that's a big one!" His father said as they approached the now sprung trap near the lake. His father looked a lot like him, or rather he looked a lot like his father, with the same white and black fur as well as bright blue eyes.

"Dad, what does crikey mean?" Calypso asked, confused by the unfamiliar word.

"Oh! It just means...woah, or something. People used it a lot back home." His father said while rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling. Calypso merely shrugged and added the word crikey to the long list of words from his dad's 'home' and went back to looking at the trap. It was a simple string trigger that snagged whatever passed over by it's legs, sending them upwards towards the branches of the tree where it lay hidden. Looking up he saw what his father had meant when strung up by its legs was an absolutely massive squeaking rabbit flailing around in panic.

His dad walked over to the trap and slowly lowered it down to his eye level. "You want to know why I love traps so much Calypso?" He said as he pulled the rabbit close to him in a tight grip. Without waiting for an answer Calypso's dad twisted the rabbits neck, eliciting a sharp crack from the action. "It's because you can just forget about em. You can leave em while you do other stuff, like carve, or sleep. You come back a few hours later, and you've caught yourself some dinner." He leaned down and handed calypso the rabbit before lifting him up and putting him on his back.

"I hope it's big enough for all three of us." Calypso said while looking at the limp rabbit in his grasp.

"What are you talking about? Me and your mother have our own food," His father said while looking back at him. Calypso gasped and widened his eyes when he realized what that meant and simply pointed to the rabbit then back himself. "That's right kiddo. Once we dress that thing it's all yours. It was your trap after all." Filled with giddiness Calypso hugged his father tightly and let out a childlike squee.

"Hurry, hurry! Let's go home!" Without needing much more persuasion, his father began to glow a bright pink before sprinting deep into the forest at incredible speeds.

Calypso halted his walk and spun around as quickly as he could. Observing his surroundings he saw a familiar curved tree with a splash of red across it's bark in an x formation. He sniffed the paint and followed the trail deeper into the forest, hopeful that this wasn't another dead end.

He hopped over a few logs and pits of mud, all the while making sure not to wake his tired sister, and finally entered his desired area. His ears twitched as he heard the faint squeaking of panic up above, and when he followed the noise he couldn't help but smile. There dangling next to a curved branch was a fat grey hare. It was a bit older than he'd like, but it was more than plump enough to make up for it.

He lowered the catch down to his eye level, and brought it close to his chest as he placed his hands on it's neck. With a quick twist it's movement ceased, and finally he was able to untie it and place it in the basket with the offering. He looked back at his sister, still sleeping soundly on his back, and petted her gently. He looked back at the hare and let the nostalgia flow through him.

"Thanks Dad." He said softly as he made sure their dinner was secured. He continued his march home, thankful that even after all this time his father was still there for him.