Two Rivers Isle 10,000 emerald pools

A howl was exchanged, and it was not long before the older alpha male came into sight. "Burke," he responded, giving him a respectful head dip. "I suppose you can guess why I called," he began, voice like that of a businessman though the faintest trace of a smile was on his lips. He knew he wore the title of Stalker and he had to adhere to it, of course.

"I was wondering if you'd like to hunt with me," Amos spoke, nodding off towards the distance as if to indicate the various scents he had picked up on. He turned back to Burke, taking in the male's powerful presence. Though he was aging, it didn't seem to impact him negatively. Just like Malice, he would give his utmost respect to Burke. Going on a hunt with him was already somewhat exhilirating, and he couldn't wait to show the alpha what he could do, although it wasn't like he was a total expert.