Broken Boulder and all that doin' takes energy

backdated to 4/26 (yesterday) bc I'm bad
PACK HUNT THO
rounds will last 4 days, one post per round, no posting order will be enforced
@Lily @Korei Julia @Horosk @Semira @Arrluk @Ioa @Xahi @Lanawyn

Alarian dragged himself tiredly from his den at the buttcrack of dawn, disheveled and slightly puffy-eyed. Sleep didn't like him so much lately, and it showed. The boy made his way slowly to the creek, coming to the edge and staring over it for just a moment before lurching into it. Even he couldn't tell if it had been on purpose, but the cold water roused him enough to feel alive, so he didn't regret it.
The young Governor sighed, letting himself soak for a few beats before he pulled himself back out. A few shakes of his fur saw him upgraded from sodden to very damp— he'd take it. Another beat passed as he gathered himself. Ali lifted his head, then, and howled for his packmates; he made his message clear. Time for a hunt.
With that, he started to move towards the edges of the territory, seeking a trail; the herds that passed through the valley nearby sometimes left stragglers. Just the night before he had heard the call of a deer, and perhaps it was only wishful thinking, but he thought it sounded hurt. It would be an easy kill, if they could find it now.