Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

His eyes shoot open at the first howl, a howl from their soon to be new leader. His head raises from its position on the ground and he begins standing, shaking himself of the debris that’s collected on him while in slumber he begins a trot to the sound. Then his ears perk up once he hears another. This time it belongs to the sleek, raven furred female. He picks up his pace some and eventually lets loose into a sprint.

Finally able to see her, their leader, and even some pups he slows. Walking up next to the she-wolf he smirks and gives a nod of acknowledgment to them both. Next his eyes must betray him as he sees what they’re now looking at. A small herd of goats; how lovely. He lowers himself to the ground and lets out a howl to call @Clarence. He’s sure the boy would love a hunt.