Blacktail Deer Plateau Health Class

Flint was lingering near the edges of the woodland when the sound of Grayday's howl rung out across the plateaue, which instantly caused the wolfdog to stop in his tracks. Flint had been attempting to seek out anything that hid within the coverage of the trees, hoping (with a little time and possible success) that he could add to the pack's food cache and do something useful with himself. 'Another time' The male thought as bright eyes gazed out across the land and in the direction of the Leader's summons.

Quickly, large socked paws began to guide the brute away from the trees and across the snow laced valley, the rendezvous site now becoming his main focus as the yearling dashed his way toward the group that had gathered round their Leader. 'There's so many!' He thought as he ventured closer, his pace slowing into a casual jog. The male's only good ear laid flat against his skull as he approached, the newcomer deciding to silently settle himself to one side of the many.