Blackfeather Woods The Wild Hunt [pack hunt]

The pups eagerly rushed to the front of the small hunting group. Grimnir kept an eye on the white one. The hunt was just beginning and already he was bored of it. He kept close to Lusa, his fur brushing up against her's every so often. He would have rather just left the group. An eye turns to his little killer. He doesn't really want to leave her though. A sigh fills his lungs. One paw step after another. This shouldn't take long. It will be an easy kill, and then he can gorge on his favorite food. 

A wet drop drips from parted jaws, tongue lolling lazily over sharp teeth. It seems to be getting hotter as the days go by. He can imagine tufts of his winter coat drifting in the breeze. He'll be glad once it's all gone. Still though, it will be hot. He will have to spend his time by the creek to the north of the territory, soaking in the cool water. Grim shakes the thought off. How he would much rather be there right now.