Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

A call rang out into the night, Right after Dakarai had sunk his fangs into an owl that had fallen from a tree and injured itself. After a quick inspection for sickness within the bird, he guessed that the owl had some sort of issu with its wing, and had attempted to fly only to fall. Carrying the dead bird, Dakarai slowly walked into the area where the female had called him to. There were other pack members present, None of which he had met before. Glancing at them he dipped his head in respect, not quite knowing if they were superior or not. Looking at the female who had called, he assumed she was superior sinc she had uttered the call. Around her was a pile of gifts, so thinking it was the right thing to do, he approached slowly and dropped the owl at the woman's paws. "greetings.." was the only word he uttered.He was still trying to get a hold on just how viscious the pack really was, so he was silent and observant. Blue eyes almost glowed in the faint light, as they once again lookd at the surrounding wolves, eyes pausing briefly on the young boy before moving away again. So the pack had young, that was a good sign.