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Peregrine's response drew a short, sharp laugh from Elwood; though the way the Alpha phrased it was somewhat humorous, his sentiment was quite serious. Whoever these wolves were, they seemed to have some sort of death wish. What else would compel them to camp out on the doorstep of a well-established, long-standing pack?

There was a moment of silence while Peregrine appeared to be lost in thought. The quiet was only broken by the sound of urine hitting leaves as Elwood watered another bush. By the time he lowered his hind paw back to the ground, the grizzled male was making a new suggestion. A hunt was appealing to Elwood, especially since he hadn't really been able to participate in the last one.

"Sounds good to me," he replied, already shifting thoughts of Haunted Wood into the back of his mind. He wasn't as familiar with the land bordering Lake Rodney, but maybe they would have a whole new selection of prey to feast on. Without further ado, he lowered his snout to the ground and began to sift through the myriad of scents scattered about, trying to smell past the pungent odor of their own markings.