Blackfeather Woods Silence

They went to a place that looked as if it'd been painted in blood-Scamp LOVED it. Laying down momentarily to roll around in the fringes of it, exchanging scents, Damien slips ahead of him. Puppy happiness takes over for a moment, but his Master's bark soon has him scrambling up and trotting to his side. Luckily, he's paying attention: seeing the dark alpha crouched low to the earth, he coppies, and the word is left unaccociated. Maybe his head was still trying to mimic the first two he'd recieved, too busy to recognize the third, or just the fact that he was prone to copy the things his Master did. It was what he wanted, surely, and at least this time he found himself correct. 
Crawling up next to him, Scamp's aqua eyes follow where Damien pointed, and immediatley his crimson tail began to wag ever so slightly. Food! It'd been a long while since the male had seen live, large prey, and the only thing holding him back from giving chase now was the fact that it was his alpha he lay beside. Digging his nails into the earth and pinning his ears down, Canine lay coiled and awaiting the word to loose him. Every few seconds, his eyes darted to Damien, but it was the only movement he made whatsoever.