Redtail Rise Dark Destiny

Arion had just finished a short patrol and was heading to the forest for a hunt. The moment he entered, his ears swiveled forward to catch any sounds of potential prey while his black leathery nostrils flared, hoping to catch a scent. Today, he was in luck, the tail of a squirrel flashed by the edge of a tree and a moment later he caught the sound of it nibbling on its prize. Lowering himself, the hunter stalked gracefully and silently forward, keeping downwind of the prey.

After a few more steps, he decided he was close enough and leapt forward, the squirrel attempted to climb up the tree but the Greek was too fast and within a moment, it was dead and dangled in his jaws. The taste of fresh blood seeped through his mouth and into his tongue but no hunger awoke inside him and Arion simply deposited his catch into a nearby cache.

Then the stallion continued through the forest, hoping to catch another whiff of food but no luck. The scents in the forest were simply the scents of the forest. He strode along the stream, lost in his thoughts when a voice tugged him back towards the present world. Blinking, the Greek took in the view, Wynter was there along with Lacinia and a stranger. Padding forward, the wolf chuffed to get their attention, a small smile touched his lips as he spoke, "Am I late to the party?"