Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

Rolled an 8! It's all on you, Van ;D

The female guessed the other man's intent with ease, and a small spark of understanding lit up behind Gristle's dark eyes. He turned and studied the half-breed with an air of mild contempt, wondering if he would be the one taking the position of alpha of this proposed pack. His memory flit briefly to the man who had accepted him into his own pack — although he had called it a crew — by the beach. He hadn't cut much of an intimidating figure, though was just as capable and ruthless as any Gristle had met. Perhaps this man would be the same?

The brute grunted. The hunt would tell. He glanced back at the paler stranger who had accepted his proposition, but only if the hunt succeeded. Though she had been the one who had offered the challenge, woe be to the half-breed should it fail. Gristle's stomach grumbled as he eyed him from his peripheral vision hungrily before he gave a nod to the female, indicating he was ready and would let her lead as well.