Swiftcurrent Creek prepare yourself, you know it's a must

at first, panther is apprehensive about answering the group summons that rises through the air, if only because he inwardly cringes at the thought that it might be a pack meeting and though he assumes a simple plebeian as himself would not have to speak the thought of having to speak with any sort of length with raw and rasping vocal chords makes him reluctant. nevertheless, he heeds the call, long legs carrying him towards the meeting spot, awareness dawning on him the closer he draws.

not a meeting then, but a hunting party. that, panther thinks with an internal sigh of relief, he can live with. he's the first to arrive on the scene, noting the silvered mother surrounded by a gaggle of young and eager cubs. as the others file in, she — dawn he would come to learn her name is — gives the pack a rundown on her plan. simple. straightforward. he takes a moment to consider where his strengths might best be placed. he is broad and not as swift as someone of a smaller stature than him would be and speaks up, i will help flush the herd. where speed wasn't quite such a necessity.