Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Grayday had been snoozing lazily in the weak morning rays, but at the sound of the howl, he leapt to his feet. There was no mistaking the fierce, hungry joy to the cry, and he added a happy bay of his own before dashing off to answer the call, tongue lolling gleefuly out of his mouth.

He stopped short when he saw it was the beautiful beta who had called, but instinct won out over his careful plans, and he fell into step beside her, humbling himself briefly to acknowledge her supremacy. But it was only briefly.

"At your service," he said with a playful bow, too glad for the end of the famine to act for propriety's sake. They would hunt, today - he could hardly contain himself. It'd been so long since he'd felt the camaraderie of hunting with a pack, and so long since the Silvertip wolves had been able to gorge themselves on good, fresh meat. Reiko would surely find herself fit again within a few short weeks.

He looked around, wondering where the little white female was.