Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

Aine padded to the pack meeting before the hunt. The great huntress's mind reeling with anticipation. It had been so long since she had hunted with a pack, and she could hardly wait much longer, she followed in next to Mees, and sat, waiting to see if she could take part in the hunt.

She shared the same problem with Julooke, the problem of going into heat. But the Silver Wolf had never mated nor had ever found a mate. She oftentimes disregarded whatever happened during these times in the year and simply continued with her daily routine, still yet to fall in love and still yet to be loved upon.

So, she sat and waited. When everyone had arrived, after the she-wolf (she had yet to know the name of, being fairly new to this pack and had been new to the Horizon Ridge Pack) said her speech, she simply, and solemnly, uttered the words. "For Pump. Let this be a hunt for the late alpha, respected by the remaining of Horizon Ridge. May her soul join with ours in spirit as we hunt together."