blooding the hounds of hell - round six

Lasher's call reached Malachi ears, and for once the young man followed without hesitation. The rally was one long anticipated, and Malachi savoured the chance to run together and hunt as one. With every difference between this land and the place of his birth, these rallies were something they held in common, and Malachi cherished that. The excitement was enough to drive the worry of what could go wrong from his mind, and his thoughts were finally quiet when he reached the others.

He offered a customary bow to his betas and their child before he turned and dipped his head in a more casual greeting to an ivory gal he hadn't met before. A light smile crested his face, but he reserved his voice for the time being. Malachi would not risk startling the herd, but he made a note to introduce himself later.