Blackfeather Woods The Wild Hunt [pack hunt]

The hunt began and Meldresi ordered Ohen, a black wolf with a snow coated muzzle to scout ahead. Kenneth stayed at the back of the group, his shadowy form shifting in and out of the darkness the woods provided. It was a good home for the exiled prince, his obsidian coat easily hiding him from prey, predators and even the others of his kind. Here, he was not hated, here, his appearance was not loathed but loved. Oh what he would give to see his relatives in Blackfeather Woods, if they were where he was now, it would be they who were taunted instead of him.

Bright eyes of fresh snow focused on the returning form of Ohen and tall, sharp ears listened to the report he gave back to their leader. Apparently, all the deer mentioned were there but were making their way out of the clearing. Kenneth padded closer, his paws not making a sound as they gently crossed over the forest floors, keen eyes focused upon Meldresi, ready to receive his orders.