Dawnlark Plains bron-y-aur stomp

The day was clear and bright; as Grayday trotted forth from the den that was still underway, his good eye adjusted to the change in lighting, and he saw the vague outline of his packmates and the prey animals ahead of them. Finally, he could participate in a big game group hunt again - something he'd been sorely missing upon the plateau.

He knocked shoulders with Shale, aiming a playful snap at the other male's ear. His heart began pumping overtime as he pranced around in anticipation for the hunt that was to come.