Wheeling Gull Isle xxiii. thirsty eyes and hungry hearts

The man easily let himself be drawn to the summons of a hunt by his leader. He felt as if this what he'd been waiting for. A chance to make sure the pack works fluently, everyone knows their place. Saying this, where would he be? He was going to have to work for it, for sure.

He loped up beside his one-eyed partner in crime -- he knew nothing of her lover, but the scent that hung on her fur surprised him and downhearted him. It wasn't his place to say.
He saw their targets, deer. They were alert so he kept low, silently praying to Deanna, Lady of the Hunt, and promising her an offering. 

He waited for others to join them to be ordered to his place. He was skilled enough to take any position for the hunt and was sure Rhæ knew that.