Redsand Canyon pario

impromptu pack hunt!

tall spires of sharpest stone reached up into the cold evening sky. it was a forest of rock whose base laid thick with pines.

and in this eerily silent space, elk moved in watchful grazing.

germanicus did not howl. he only gathered who would follow and crept through the evergreen-scented shadows. his eyes were watchful and the long years of training kept him silent. he breathed deep, centering the activity at his stomach, letting not a trickle of air escape in sound from his nostrils.

it had been a long while since he had used his muscles in this way.

and the eagle was eager for it.