Ouroboros Spine crawled out of the sea

At first, it didn't occur to him that he should have allowed the wolf known as first hunter to be the one to lead all hunts. It would have gone against his nature to simply allow someone else to lead all of the hunting and tracking, so he had done what came naturally to him- and had gone off to scout out the herd of mountain goats on his own. He was still somewhat unclear on what role the number played amongst the hunters- and was still running off the assumption that when Kukutux named each of the men with a number, that number came simply from their time of arrival and nothing more. 

So it did not occur to him to defer to Raimo. 

It seemed somewhat odd for Raimo to question what was clearly a summon for their packmates to gather for a hunt, but he would humour the odd fellow regardless, though he took a moment to cast his gaze to Lótë when she arrived. He smiled. Four wolves in total- enough had come to his call, he thought, that they could have success in their endeavour. 

"I did," He answered clearly. "I have been tracking these mountain goats, which have been in the high grounds until now." He said. They were still grazing off in the distance, along the shores of the lake. "On flat ground, we have the advantage. We can snake around- cut off their escape, pin them against the lake, where I think they will not run." He said. After all- while their hooves were suited to rocky outcrops, they would be of little help on the ice, which was beginning to thin anyway. He licked his lips. "With four of us, we will have a meal," He said, delighted with the possibility of getting to dine on mountain goat.