Suppertime

An off-tune growl shuddered from the titan's diaphragm, piercing the silence about the veiled cave with glass-shattering dissonance. Pale aqua mirrors flickered about the setting, distrust foaming up as a black silhouette emerged from a narrow passageway between two stone carvings. Crimson-coated talons sliced the muddy terrain as the figure neared. The shadow of a wolf glitched forward, though no features accompanied the intruder. It was just...an ebony mold.

Oracle's mirrors twitched open with a start and he climbed to strong pillars to taste the unusually warm winter noon. The haunting dream still clouded his train of thought as a growl of hunger sounded in the pit of his stomach. "When was the last time I ate?" he wondered aloud and decided to fill the void with a hunt. It had been awhile since he had seen his pack and thought nicely to show up with prey to bring them together. He was eager to meet the other wolves who he barely knew, save Hawkeye.

Dew plastered the male's paws as he stalked through a thick patch of trees, audits angling to pick up a sound. His nose was a little more than useless with the moisture hanging in and out of areas, clouding the scent pool he was so accustomed to. He was heading for the caribou herd that nestled in the Blacktail Deer Plateau, the place named around their mere exsistence.

Tipping his skull to the skies, he let out a long ringing howl. At least one other wolf would need to travel with him on the hunt; a chaser and a striker. Ending the howl, a steady stream of chilled air followed and broke off into the wind.