Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

Beric had heard the call last night for the hunt this morning, and responded promptly at daybreak, coming in to the meeting just before Julooke began to speak. He was proud of her, and how far she had come in life. She was becoming quite the adult female, and he could tell she was a vital part of this pack. It wasn't surprising, though, as he had known her to always be a wolf who worked for her place in the family of wolves.

His nose instantly picked up the unique scents of Julooke and Aine. That would not be a needed addition to a hunt, but so long as the males kept their priorities on the deer, there shouldn't be a problem. He sized up the other males, not knowing their personalities or if they even had the ability to keep their paws to themselves. If they stepped out of line, though, he would be there to put them back in their place, especially since Verrine didn't seem to be here. His ears flicked back and he held back giving a stern look to the young wolf who apparently had no knowledge of how to keep her jaws shut. What Beric didn't know he didn't know was that most juveniles were apt to speak before thinking. If he hung out more with the younger generation, he might find it endearing instead of annoying.

The meeting moved on, and as Julooke moved to lead them to their potential meal, Beric chose a spot to her left, trotting just behind her. He was relieved to see Verrine come up to her side at the last moment, knowing he would keep the other males at bay if they chose to be stupid. Beric's focus moved to the hunt, knowing his weight would be an asset in trying to bring the deer down.