The morning was cloudy and despite his determination not to stray too awfully far from the Sunspire Mountain regions he found himself heading North East on a personal herd scouting mission. As the days grew cooler, further proof that autumn had hit the Wilds on full force Sumayl found himself following the movements of the herds further and further as they began their migration patterns. Not all of them would migrate, thankfully else the vast Wilds with likely a good number of packs would find themselves starving come the harsher months of the winter, but some of the bigger herds would and if they weren't prepared for the coming winter the circle of life might come in like a wrecking ball and take with it those who were not fit or well off. He'd been a hunter in his previous pack those here in these lands the Hunters called themselves 'Gamekeepers' and despite what he had once earned previously he had to prove his skills to current leaders before he could bear the title here as well. It wasn't a bad thing the Ostrega surmised and in a way it differentiated the honest from the dishonest.
It seemed awfully idiotic to Sumayl, to lie about what talents you have, or what your skill set was because the lies were bound to be caught but he wouldn't have been surprised if wolves had tried it. Played themselves up big when in reality they had no real skills to contribute other than lying out their bums. It sounded like something Sumayl might have done, except while he talked big he never lied about his abilities. Simply, he avoided talking about what he couldn't do simply because he was narcissistic and to admit he couldn't do something would take a giant hit on his pride. Sumayl tracked the deer herd to the neighboring territory but rather than pursue them further he altered his course, drawn in by the sound of water and the calls of mallards cutting through the crisp air. The Ostrega drew nearer to the lake, slowing his pace so he didn't accidentally step in a giant wet pile of duck crap trying to avoid the mallards minding their own business as best he could, intending only to get a quick drink before heading back.