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Bearclaw Valley
Regina *
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Pack Activity 
PACK HUNT
First round will end once all have posted, or on January 15th. Latecomers and loners welcome of course!
No posting order this round. 
@Ancelin @Cole @Milan @Nephele @Tvar @Rala @Dolce @Athella @Anatolia @Zephyra

Steam rose from the burly animals that ploughed through a thick layer of snow that had fallen overnight in a great heap. Thick, heavy snowflakes continued to fall throughout the morning, though blue sky peeked through a gap in the clouds along the horizon, forecasting an end to the squall's onslaught. The bison moved in a line into the meadow, where they then fanned out- each segment of the herd led by a larger animal that would clear the path, and begin pawing in search of food. The smaller, younger, weaker animals trailed behind, tired by the overnight journey. 

They would be greeted in the early morning hours by the hungry Bearclaw Valley wolves. Ameline had scouted the herd moving in their direction the day before, and was pleased to see the dark figures moving through the thick haze of snow in the break of dawn. She returned to the valley's entrance where she found Athalia and Ancelin  waiting. She nodded and licked her lips hungrily. 

Athalia was then sent to search for @Towhee Jr, knowing that the hunter would not hear her summon and would need to be informed personally, if she could be found. She showed her daughter the ptero sign for pack hunt, come? while making it clear that she could be excused from the activity without penalty if she was otherwise preoccupied. 

For all others she called out, and her breath melted the snowflakes that danced near her lips. They would be wetted with blood before long, if their hunt proved to be successful.
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Cole’s ears twitched at the call, and he rose from where he’d been resting near the edge of the valley. He shook off the fine dusting of snow that had settled over him, his amber eyes narrowing against the morning light as he caught sight of Ameline at the valley’s entrance.

With a low chuff of acknowledgment, he padded toward her, his sturdy frame cutting through the snow with ease. The scent of the bison hung heavy in the air, and it spurred a flicker of anticipation through him. A hunt was just the thing to shake off the lingering tension that had settled over the valley.

Gaze flicking briefly to the others gathering before focusing on Ameline. He gave a small nod, eager to begin.
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Claw
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nanuralaaq was wide-eyed, long-awake and waiting for ameline's suggestion at the bison herd. as silent paws carried her from the valley, she studied their hulking figures, the sheer power that they wrought with every thunderous step, and thought back to the ox that she had been raised to hunt. she thought, now, of home, as she approached those who had gathered thus far. a silent entrance ; a nod given.

the snowwoman hoped they would not be seated for long, looking towards cole and noticing the familiarity of eagerness. her tail tapped beside her, dawn-hued gaze moving towards the regina, awaiting the arrival of others, as well as the queens words.


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Bearclaw Valley
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it's nothing worth me sayin' aloud
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she was ready.

she'd surely be allowed to partake when there were so many other adults, right? she was positive that cole would vouch for her if needed.

and he was exactly who she trailed after, prepared to stick near his hip for as long as she could. her tail lashed behind her with a budding excitement for this new physical challenge and experience.
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Spike
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On swift legs, she heeded the Regina's call. A call to hunt. To feast. The gold ringed daughter slipped through the compact, freshly fallen snow. Clumping to her legs, hips and haunches. She was unbothered. Only focused, as always.

The thick, musky scent of the beasts roaming in the meadow enticed her curiosity. She had never seen the likes of Bison before. Now, as she made her appearance like a trickle of ink against pure parchment, there they were. Her eyes locked on the distant, hulking figures.

Ever the picture of tightly coiled intensity, Athella snaked forward, head already low in a predatory arch. She licked her lips, not without restraint. Here she would wait until Bearclaw had gathered. Only when her mother spoke and with permission, would she act as deemed fit. For now, she settled close with an affectionate graze of teeth upon her Regina's jaw, relishing in the unity this hunt would bring.
Bearclaw Valley
Bruin
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tvar lumbers forth from the shadows, his hulking frame dark against the snow as he emerges into the gathering crowd. he offers a faint nod to those already assembled—cole, rala, the regina herself—before settling to a stop near the edge of the group, his pale blue eyes narrowing as they scan the horizon. the bison are a sight to behold, steam rising from their thick hides as they churn through the snow. formidable beasts.

as he approaches cole, his pale blue eyes briefly catch the other man’s amber gaze, offering a flicker of acknowledgment.

he chuffs low and deep, a simple greeting, as he comes to a stop beside the guard. tvar doesn’t speak, as is his way, but his posture is open, tail swaying faintly behind him in the subtlest gesture of camaraderie. cole is one of the few he respects—a steady presence in the valley, a man who knows his worth and stands by it. if they are to hunt together, tvar knows he can rely on him.
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possessive and hotblooded, the rex of bearclaw valley saw light upon the snow flash from the bearclaw upon his chest. he proclaimed himself with a flashing grin which was none too warm, though approval shone in his melonii-eyes for each wolf present.
a legacy was being born here, embodied in each strength offered by the bearclaw inhabitants.
when ameline moved, he too flowed beside her, assured in their mutual desire and the bannering flash of his variegated tail.
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Milan was no hunter, and performed rather poorly against larger creatures; so she was really only here to support her packmates. A cheerleader at the sidelines to keep an eye on how each wolf was doing.

She stood a safe distance away, eyeing the hulking creatures with some unease. She knew well of the damage they could do, especially against inexperienced hunters. She hoped for no broken bones.
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