blooding the hounds of hell - round six

Malachi couldn't keep his gaze from dancing between Lasher and the plains where the herd of elk grazed. He'd never been much of a gamekeeper, but he recognized Lasher's method as one expounded by every pack he'd been a part of. This was something he could do, and his excitement grew and manifested in a tingle in his paws. When the group split, he snapped to his feet and made to follow the beta and his child. But the low mumble of another made him pause. He turned, and his gaze fixed upon Lasher's other son, body low and thick with humility.

His gaze softened, and he let Constantine pass closer to Casmir and Lasher. But the boy's approach reminded him of Eilidh, and Malachi searched the distant land for any sign of the blonde child's approach. A quick pass brought nothing, and his ears slacked. A turn confirmed the others were already far ahead, and if he waited any longer, he would miss the hunt himself. Reluctantly, he peeled his gaze from the horizon and turned to catch up with others before they tread out of range.

Malachi rushed to take position, hoping he hadn't kept the others waiting. He forced his thoughts from Eilidh - from the disappointment he felt for her, that she and her brothers would not share their first hunt together - and fixed his attention on Lasher instead. He could not afford to be distracted, and he stretched his mind to focus on the hunt as best he could.

@Eilidh I worry I may have PP'd, so if there's anything in this post you're uncomfortable with, please let me know and I will fix things up!