Swiftcurrent Creek this exam accounts for 80% of your final grade

The cry had caught him off guard – the male, wading in the creek edges and maintaining silence so he could nab a fish or two glanced up sharply, his eyes seeking the direction. The land itself was still unfamiliar to him, though he wasted no time moving back to land. Paws firmly placed upon the soft grassy ground, he shook his pelt, glancing down at his haphazard appearance before giving a wry grin of bemusement. With a mental shrug, he loped forward, seeking out the she-wolf who called upon him and others.

Blinking, the cinnamon male would come across them moments later. The pale dove, Bazi, was regal in her position – clearly the right hand to the feisty alpha. The other was a male he had yet to meet, though seemed to hold equal importance. The left hand, perhaps? Or perhaps this was mate to the lithe she-wolf, and not the dark male he had met upon his acceptance to the pack.

Noting the numbered gathered already, his interest was piqued to what they had been summoned for. Were they all new? No wonder Fox had challenged his ability so. With a nod of courtesy and submission, the large male slunk forward, seating himself a respectful distance from the group and beside an ivory she-wolf who he knew not the name of, but had seen her enter only just before him. His thoughts trailed back to Luka – how pleased would his previous companion had been with the rather beautiful specimens within the ranks.