Silver Creek stay out of my territory

Casmir, Mella, Phiipa. He stored the names away, noting their faces and scents. These very well could be wolves he lived with until the end of his days. Often times fate was not so kind as to allow such a fairy tale ending, but he could be hopeful if he liked. He chuckled at what he perceived as a joke from Mella, nodding to her. There had been some parts of loner life that weren't so bad. He'd enjoyed many sunsets from places he'd otherwise never have gotten to experience, many views he'd never have seen. He'd met a few nice wolves, though none that he really had any concrete memories of. It hadn't all been trial and tribulations...but it mostly had.

He could agree with Phiipa, it had made him miss the comforts of home most certainly. He'd thought he'd found the solution to that, but things had not worked out that way. Perhaps here was the real solution. As everyone's voices faded, he found himself looking back at the male for instruction. After a moment Casmir cleared his throat and asked about a hunt. Heston wasn't sure of the terrain nor the collection of prey that was available. He knew the famine had driven much away and he had seen little beyond small prey, but he was eager to help the pack and prove his usefulness.

He smiled and nodded, tail waving once or twice. "Happy to! Hunting together will be nice, it'll be a nice reminder for when we hunt as a pack. It's been a while since I've had to think for more than just myself as far as hunting." He knew hunting with a group was different, it required you to not only think steps ahead of your own self, but ahead of your packmates as well. He was rusty, he wasn't afraid to admit it, this would be a nice way to brush that rust away for true hunts.