Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

Even though he was not an official part of the pack, he still wanted to join in and help them on this hunt. Ollie wanted to come along as well, but he refused and made her stay in the den. She was a child and a horrible hunter. He would teach her how to hunt at a later time.

The mute stood in the back of the gathered wolves. He did not know any of them and couldn't even speak to them, besides being a captive. It was his place for the moment.

The female who was speaking was distracting him with her scent. She was in heat. Olor could feel an ache in his loins, though he tried to push it away. It wasn't right, he had a duty to perform and it was not with her. They needed to hunt, for this Pump person (who he assumed was dead).

The instructions finished, the lead huntress trotted off. He stayed behind, letting the rest of the pack go first before he followed.