Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

The sun was inching closer and closer to the horizon as Cara's howl went up, beckoning the rest of the pack to her. Lotan paused in his step, one forepaw suspended over the snow as he listened to his new Alpha's message. It seemed a bit late for a hunt, but the idea of feasting under the glow of the moon was enticing to the young wolf. The night sky was comforting to him; the stars kept him company in this still-unfamiliar place, when his sister wasn't by his side.

Quickly, he directed his paws towards Cara, moving swiftly across the uneven terrain and with building confidence. He licked his lips in anticipation, feeling excitement began to flow through his veins as he neared the location of the hunt.

He found that he wasn't the first to arrive, and slung his belly low to the ground as he approached. There was already a sizable group gathered; he recognized Cara, Wyvern, Kaname, and Sitri, but there were a handful of others whose acquaintance he hadn't yet made. He gave a low chuff by way of greeting, tucking his muzzle respectfully to his chest as he looked to the Alpha and Beta, then took up a position next to his sister.