Moonspear the day's divinity

The dark Alphess greeted each of the males in turn with a silent dip of her muzzle, and Talion pricked a raven ear as he heard the shuffling of their intended prey somewhere beneath them. Curious, he tip-toed closer to the edge to peer over and catch a glimpse of the doe as she struggled through the drifts, most of her energy already spent. Drawing back, the peppered yearling felt somewhat sorry for the creature. She'd likely been abandoned by her herd following her injury to avoid her slowing them down and, as such, was a prime target for hungry wolves.

Still, the guilt was not enough to put him off, and the young Roux-Abrhen turned his bright periwinkle eyes to his pack-mates again, just as the familiar form of Hydra slunk onto the scene. He observed with curiosity as she brushed alongside the tawny brute in a manner that seemed almost possessive to him, but he was quick to cast his gaze aside to keep himself from staring. The raven beauty who'd welcomed him into the ranks was wildly attractive (like most of the opposite sex, he'd come to realise during his time in the Teekon), and he swallowed the surprising, budding envy that roused within him.

Focus, he reminded himself, and returned his attention to their leader. She devised a quick plan, a clever one, and Talion nodded in silent agreement. He would do as he was told, he'd already decided, without question, and so listened with intent to the other male's caution. His tail continued to twitch between his alabaster hocks, a channel for his eager anticipation of the chase to prevent him from fidgeting in place.