Northstar Vale You don't swing it like you used to, man

A pack hunt! Tagged you all for visibility but don't feel obliged to join if you're busy, this is non-mandatory. This activity will happen in rounds, and this round will end on December 23rd!

The wolves of Duskvale were a motley bunch, but all of them listened to their instincts and were making Duskvale a most wonderful pack indeed. Saena thought of them proudly as she stood atop a hill overlooking a herd of elk. She, mercurial and generally good-natured, alongside the stoic and no nonsense @Warbone and offset by the pair of opposites that served as seconds: @Dagfinn the optimistic and @Tryphon the melancholy. @Indra, her quiet and considerate child, whose resolute hope that Laurel would find them burned brightly and inspired the first. @Rhys, an enigma whose nature she had yet to discern. @Zephyr Maverick, a wolf driven by the wilderness. @Rigr, with his stories writ in scars across his face. @Jax, whom she hadn't formally introduced herself to, but saw among the pack. And their newest, @Dragon, with his queer way of speaking and his rascally nature.

The howl Saena loosed was for all of them. It was a beacon indicating her location and inviting them to converge on it. For Saena stood upon a hill overlooking a herd of elk, and she intended to get in there and do some damage. The huntress had been out of commission for far too long and yearned to stretch her legs again in a timelessly classic hunt, and she invited each and every vale wolf to join her in this. They were close, she knew, and she turned to receive them with a bright and jubilant loll of her tongue.