Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Krypton's joyful cry rang through the air, and Phocion sprang away from where he was sitting, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth in his eagerness to feed. The herds were back! It had been a long, cruel famine, and they had lost many, but with God's grace and with the skill of their pack members, they would return to a position of strength.

He skidded to a halt beside the others, black lips stretched in a greeting smile. He lowered his head and neck to Steady and Krypton, respectively, in a respectful 'Hello,' then greeted the others in turn with differing levels of submission, depending on their rank.

"Beautiful day for a hunt," he said, his voice glowing with pleasure. His stomach growled in anticipation of big game meat--he had not tasted its like for a very long time.