Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

[size=x-small]ooc: I'm assuming this happens a couple days after the thread between Julooke and Surra. Note that (obviously) Surra doesn't know about Julooke/Verrine, lol.[/size]

When Surra heard the howl sent out by Julooke for a pack hunt the day before, he had been uncharacteristically excited. Not only was it a chance to be a part of a real hunt for the first time since he had left his family over eight months ago, it was a chance to see her again. The young male had genuinely enjoyed her company at the lake a few days prior, more so than he had enjoyed any other wolf's company in quite some time. He was surprised how much he thought of her in the days after, and a few times caught himself hoping to see her white pelt through the trees while he trekked through the Bay territory, hunting or patrolling.

Surra was awoke in his lakeside den the morning of a hunt by a smell that hit him like a freight train. Immediately alert, he ducked out of the mouth of his den and trotted down the side of the hill to the lake, approaching where a few wolves had already gathered. He barely noticed who else was there - all his senses were trained on Julooke. 'She's in heat,' was the only coherent thought that crossed Surra's mind for several moments. It took every ounce of willpower to keep his expression and body language neutral. He only barely noticed the other female who was in heat, as well. Anyone who looked at the grey-brown male would hardly notice that anything was off about him, but his heart was racing, his mind was spinning, and his whole body ached. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Was the next coherent thought to cross his mind.

As Julooke began to speak, the young male shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind and focus on her words. He did so with relative success, nodding at the mention that this hunt was for Pump, and noting the information she gave about the herd. As the group began to move out, Surra hesitated. He knew he needed to control his emotions and his instincts if this hunt was to go as planned. He closed his blue eyes for a moment, drinking in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. It helped. But as he opened his eyes, he noticed another male - one he didn't know well - fall in step with Julooke. A pang of jealousy stabbed at Surra's chest. He decided in that moment, a moment of fierce protectiveness, that he would need to keep a particularly close eye on this male, as well as all the others. And with that, he fell in step with the group, keeping slightly to the back, still trying to reel in his instinctual desires; oblivious enough to his own emotions to not realize that they weren't all instinctual.