take the victrola

*hipthrusts in your general direction!* :D

He was a handsome fellow, this unnamed packmate of his, and as Kaniq watched the chase he felt an odd sense of pride and appreciation stir within him. It was the first small flutters of his fledgling sense of identity and loyalty to his pack -- he looked upon one of his newfound brethren and felt attachment. Small now, but perhaps later it would grow and deepen to devoted brotherhood and camaraderie. He noted how the dark male's muscles rippled magnificently 'neath his splendidly dark coat, how all of his senses were fully focused on his target, never swaying, never faltering. Despite the treacherous terrain he kept his feet, and in the end, he killed his quarry with quickness and efficiency.

He was, Kaniq thought, a worthy member of their pack.

He remained silent, remaining up the slope from the hunter, and watched as the other made quick work of his meal. As he finished, the hunter noticed Kaniq and deep, enigmatic eyes of emerald met his gaze of lurid, smoldering fire. They regarded one another for a moment, neither aggression nor demand passing between them, before Kaniq broke the silence to issue a compliment: "You hunt well."