Moonspear the wild hunt

Charon was glad that the thing between Jorunn and Dash fizzled out into nothingness, and he looked back at Flóki and Dhole while the rest set off. "This way," he said, and he started to move into a position where they could easily have the elk chased into their teeth. He was glad that they were with so many — it made the whole ordeal a lot easier, knowing that there were others around; enough to take down an elk, if they did well. Considering this was some sort of special tradition for Jorunn or whatever -- and probably for Thistle too, then, which meant it mattered a lot to Charon, too -- Charon really hoped that they'd manage to take down the elk and win the day.

The three of them fell into step and waited in the designated place, until the trampling of hooves and the scent of blood, elk and wolves drew nearer. "Now," Charon hissed when the sounds came closer, and he dashed from their position, lunging at the elk's throat. He got a good grip, and as the beast started to fall the young Alpha decided it was time to get off the ride before he got hurt; someone else could finish it then.