Firefly Glen [BWH] Group 4 Elk's the name of the game

@Amalia
@Jasmine
@Ahna
@Cinar
@Disa
@Margarida

Okay folks here is group four. Do the best you can. Have fun with it. Let me know if I need to adjust things <3 you can do rolls or however you please. Just please communicate with each other about it. Thanks Enjoy!

Rodyn lifted his maw as they overlooked the Caribou. Yellow eyes glinting with delight. He lived for this. He lifted his muzzle and called a mixed group. Eyeing each and everyone. He looked to the quiet wolf with a kind face. She woudl lead this one Jasmine.

Hello Wolves! I'm Rodyn Ardeth. Welcome to the great hunt and gathering. I hope you are finding enjoyment while here. Remember to work together. Amalia will be your organizer. Give her the respect she is do. Enjoy yourselves.

He would stay long enough to be sure this working paired well and that everyone would listen. And do as they were told. He felt an itch to start running. he was ready.

Come morning, strangers were divided into groups - Disa looked at the faces of her team mates and attempted smiles, but they looked awkward. Her eyes lingered in Cinar, finding something familiar there, before drifting to their appointed leader. Jasmine was a small wolf, with a coat that seemed to have its own mind. She would put her sister in size to good use, Disa decided, and waited to hear the plan.

Two too many wolves reeked of the desert in the group, leaving Cinar all the more grateful when Amalia was in the group as well. He kept his distance from the pair of Verapaz women.

He hadn't initially planned on participating, still quite nervous near the hooved beasts, but decided it would be for the best if he at least joined in to herd. He didn't want to reflect poorly on Redhawk Caldera by sitting out.

Standing nearby his matriarch, he waited to hear instructions from the group leader.

margarida slipped into the forming group with the hush of a tide pulling in—quiet, steady, easily overlooked. jasmine stood small but certain at the front, her strange, wild coat lifting in the breeze like the breath of some old spirit. others gathered too.

the earth thrummed beneath them. far off, caribou broke across the plains like a living river.

yet magui’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.

@Tvar...

she imagined the heavy tread of his paws beside hers, the blunt warmth of his presence, falcon darting between legs with a boy’s eager courage. she hoped he would come—not for glory, but because the hunt felt gentler with him near.

rodyn’s booming welcome snapped her back into place. she bowed her head politely as he spoke, his voice a drumbeat over the fields. jasmine, yes—she would lead them.

she then cast one last glance toward the crowd behind them—searching for a tall shape, pine-green eyes, a boy hovering at his heel.

if he came, she thought, the hunt would feel less lonely.

if not… she would run with grace enough for the both of them.

Okay guys i moved things around. I can have Amalia start this off

Though a few had been called, their numbers were not many. But that was alright. They had some able bodied wolves here. She tilted her head and lifted her muzzle upwards. A gentle smile on her face.

There is a wounded female, elderly there at the side. We will aim for her. Margarida, Disa and I will run, tire out and wound. Cinar you are too take the kill shot when the times comes as you are larger than most of us. Be careful everyone and don't take unnecessary risks.

She moved into place and waited for the rest to being and with a howl, she would start them off. Running. The sound of hoofbeats, her own breathing. it was exhilarating and she could not wait to eat the spoils. She snapped at legs and haunches.