Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

The third hunter. He wasn't sure exactly what she meant in telling him that; was this to establish that he would need to prove himself to become the first hunter? Or was she merely commenting on the fact that he was the third wolf who had joined the pack who was a capable hunter? He chose not to ask, but to accept the acknowledgement, and to be grateful that he was not the only one who at least deserved such a label. It was encouraging to know that there were others who were willing to work to feed the pack. They would be healthy so long as they kept their borders established, and their bellies full. "It is," He agreed, then. He still wondered who else was one of the hunters she'd referenced- and would only safely assume she included Raimo for now, as he was well aware that the dark male had been hunting for the women as well. 

"I have," He said. "I have met Raimo and Lótë," He said. His tone became more fond when he mentioned the latter. "Though I smell three others I have not yet met," He admitted. Two were female and one was male- but from what he could tell, their paths mingled amongst the others with a familiarity that meant they too belonged to the pack.