Swiftcurrent Creek Huntsman

Glacial eyes darted from Sovereign and then the other faces. Considering her words, and those of his pack mates as well. It wasn't like he would argue, even though this was a hunt he and his companion had arranged. He respected his elders enough to trust they knew what they were doing. They had many years more experience than he. 

Cygnet seemed the most eager. To the point of impatience. As her displeasure of feeling left out revealed itself, he tried to correct that. Fixing her with a long, pointed but softer look than usual. A hidden promise in the glare of his eye, and maybe even a fleeting smug grin.

"I am fine with this. If no one has anything else to add, then we are ready to go."

Only, not quite. Akavir and Eshe, now called Quill, popped up out of nowhere, both with apologies on their tongue. Ears pricking in surprise, he welcomed them with a shake of his head. Shaking off their reason for being late. "There is nothing to apologize for. I can't blame you for wanting to be well stocked." He chuffed lightly. "We are just glad to have you here."

"We are targeting a young Elk bull today. He is already injured on his haunch. Sovereign and I will be blocking his escape route. And I believe Arric and Arlette will do the chasing. We will take him down as a group." Here he paused, to allow Quill and Akavir to insert themselves into a role as they saw fit.