Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Who wants to be the unknown wolf to his right?

The sudden shift in action was jarring, but enough of Grayday's good mood was left over that he took it all in stride. He'd wanted, at first, to be angry with the young female - but that had no place in the middle of a hunt, even if she'd slighted one that he admired so much. It was true, after all, that Grayday had rarely hunted in such a way. But this was the end of the famine, and most of them were too weak to keep up a good chase - perhaps Krypton had known that, and had given her orders accordingly...

But that didn't matter, now. Valette seemed energetic enough, as did a few others. He himself felt up for a dogged chase. They had enough power to do this, if they played their strengths right.

Grayday fanned out with the others of the pack, peeling back his lips to scent the air as they approached the outer edges of the herd. A sweet, sickly scent reached his nostrils, and his eyes found the caribou he thought it was coming from. "Look at that on near the back - seems a bit weak, don't you think?" he asked in a hushed whisper to whatever wolf stood nearest to his right. He dared not turn his head to see them, lest his weathered eyes lose track of the prey he thought they should hunt.