PACK HUNT: Thanks for Taking the Bait

Iqniq summoned them.

And she dawdled, lingering off in some unseen and untold corner of the territory digging furiously at nothing at all. A certain restlessness consumed her from time to time, though it was hardly the desire of adventure that itched at her. It may have been an unspoken frustration over something trivial, or it may have been something simply to break the routine humdrum. While his call was enough to give her pause, Echelon did not depart to the center of summons until she was sated.

Her strides brought her swiftly, crossing over terrain that came to her as familiar as it would one day to Tonravik's children. She saw slightly less of her aokkatti, but also felt the need to be separate from her as well. She would not tolerate her poking and prodding, let alone her commentary. Summer was starting its downward swing, a slow and yet graceful force that would swiftly bring them towards cooler weather — or so she hoped.

She spotted the movement of their mismatched group through the undergrowth, slipping quietly into the fold with a brief growl as she rattled past Tatsuya. She sought a place somewhere nearest to the higher ranking wolves of their core, annoyingly trying to place herself somewhere between the bearish Nanuq and the fierly body of Iqniq, willing to smear a mess of mud and dank smells across them in turn.

And she tried hard at this, uncaring of the herd that lingered somewhere off in the distance for the moment.