Two Rivers Isle Pity Party

His pools were still brimming with excitement as Aeronwyn backed up her word, anticipation for the day to come making his paws restless. From what he could already tell, she was an excellent warrior; excelling in tactics and executing her offensive actions with absolute precision. In many ways, the silver vixen was a figure he could look up to and strive to match, though that would certainly take a long while of hard work. He'd have to be willing to sacrifice some of the time he'd like to spend creating a bond with Malice's brood.

At the mention of a hunt, his auds perked up, his tongue protruding slightly as he began to salivate. He hadn't eaten since the battle with the bear and even then the meat had been tough and minimal with nutrients. "Well agreed," he nodded his consent to her second offer. That was what pack were for; to protect and help each other for the greater benefit. Not to mention he'd be more than glad to aid the pale wraith if it meant a possible meal. "I'll tag along." He offered her a slight smile, his tassel waving as he rose to his paws.