Noctisardor Bypass Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

Cry hadn't been in the pack for a day, and 3 seperate caches were already filled. Rabbits, those plump little fools, were so easily spooked. And the shadow prince took a healthy advantage of it through a near unhealthy obsession: killing  almost every single rabbit he spooked up. He chose to go after the every-other-hole method, ensuring he did not swipe the numbers of his quarry too badly, lest he make the little critters extinct, and he naturally respected the egosystem enough to not be that stupid. They had to live, too.

The void colored male kept up with the borders, occasionally rubbing his bod along the gnarled bark of trees, or if the defense was weak enough in that specific location, raising a hind to it. He reinforced this border as though his life depended on it, which in fact, it did.

Another circuit was completed as he dug the final cache for this round. Considering fish to be a nice objective, Cry mentally noted bringing himself to do a bit of exploring and locating a large enough water source that harbored the delicacies.

The icy glacials of his locked onto a form not too close to him, distanced well from him. He remembered immediately the day before, where he was as he provided the Alphess with the fresh body of a rabbit, offering it to her as a gift, regardless of whether he was accepted or not. Through his memory, the pale woman was gracious, accepting, and not too long of a chat later, he was given the tinge of her scent, a gentle rub, giving him admittance to the vast land which they owned.

Being released back to the present, the assassin decided to begin introducing himself to the pack, starting with this one. After all, it was only courtesy. Best not to know his packmates as nothing but strangers, though he preferred to know them well enough and not meeting them at all, spying and getting word of the members through word from the leader.

That was him, but today, it was not.

Cry made naturally no noise when on hunts but as he neared the agouti, he pruposefully settled into the natural lope that bode nothing but noise. Not too noisy, just something to announce his presence through non-hostile means. A few minutes passed, and he was  soon in the open proximity of his packmate.