Moonspear Child of Dust

He wouldn't give away too much, too soon--though it was mighty tempting to bid for more, even if only a playfully quick nip back.  Antares did not often find new challengers like this so maybe, something in him said to savor it. He let it ride with a soft snicker to Bronco's laugh.. for now, his tail swirling slow.

Oh yeah, they're around, he replied easily on about their elks. Most days. Rather, whenever he really bothered to look. He had distant, unclear memories of leaner times before he had really known enough about anything but he had been young, and the pack able to carry the weight of one litter among themselves--on well established slopes. Lots of deer here, too. Especially this summer.. he had observed along the way. They could relate on that being the staple, too.

With that said, he was content to focus on the duty for a bit before he got too distracted by the lure of a hunt. It was something good to look forward to for later, though, but he didn't know how comfortable with silence Bronco would be, so let him set the pace; Antares was good to just rove for a while, always.