Wolf RPG

It dawned on him suddenly as he his gaze lingered lazily on his packmates. There were far too many roosters and not enough hens in this coop. In fact, there was just one hen, the lead hen, and she had he rooster picked out. Dragon's eyes flicked to @Warbone. If you had to compare the two, it could be said that Dragon was a haggard buck that had been spending most of his time dogging on the does - he was masculine and sleek, but but there was a distinct lack of fat across his frame that would have benefitted his appearance. Warbone on the other hand was a moose. A tall, massive specimen with a commanding presence. He was powerful in a way that Dragon never would be, and there was a hint of envy glimmering in the corsair's eyes as his gaze looked on the first male.

So, with that observation, prowling among the pack was out of the question. Sparring was one thing, but no buck endeavored to lock horns with a moose for real. No smart buck at least, and Dragon had not gotten this far by lacking between the ears. So off he went in search of some way to busy himself; though being well fed and secure encouraged laziness, he found he could not be idle for long. He was too used to occupation, chiefly by hunting and scavenging to keep him and his crew alive.

Though he kept to the outer rim of the pack, he had not strayed too far away from them. This time however, he sought to stretch his legs, and he let @Saena know he would be away for while as he passed her by, promising to relay anything of interest to her. He ranged out, enjoying the feel of a brisk lope, as a gentle snow started to fall.