Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

There were reasons for a hunt. This wolf spoke of loyalty; of fighting with them and defending with them. He'd suggested he was a team player, capable and willing to do all that it took to be a member of this pack. A hunt would prove that. It was a team activity, one that required a certain level of trust and understanding between comrades. They would see.

Kroc was dismissed to continue her patrol. This new wolf turned then, moving towards the forest without another word to prove what he said was true. Kero followed, letting this lone wolf lead as he held a respectable distance and gave the wolf room to track. He watched, lingering in Tonravik's presence as he observed this new wolf and noted his ways.

It didn't take long for the dark wolf to find a herd. Kerosene lingered, taking up a supporting position near the wolf's flank as he waited for the wolf to signal or make any sort of indication to point out the deer he'd selected for this hunt. He did none of it and instead leapt forward and pursued this creature as if he'd been acting alone.

"He did not lead," he murmured, letting the words fall upon the ears of his mate as he too moved forward to help this lone wolf in his endeavor.