PACK HUNT: Thanks for Taking the Bait

The howl rang through the air, and although Arverk was quite far away from where they were, he dropped his mission of going to the pond on the ridge and made his way as quickly as he could to where his leader was. Smoky black paws thrummed gently and rhythmically upon the ground as he sped off towards where the hunt would take place, he wouldn't claim to have been fast as he was still rather sore from the spars but he arrived in time.

It didn't surprise the black whale to see a few wolves were already there, Kroc, the wolverine and a newcomer, one that he hadn't gotten acquainted to yet. It didn't matter. He would find the man after the hunt and get to know him, but right now, that wasn't his biggest concern.

Blue gaze scanned swiftly over his surroundings before he greeted the new white male with a nod, the wolverine with a nudge to his cheek and his two leaders with a submissive lick under their chin. Then, he turned his attention on the herd.