Sun Mote Copse again, a place to fall

Sunchaser hoped for a successful hunt this morning. Spring was in the air, and he knew that prey would be plentiful.

Walking through the copse's pollinated space he spotted a stranger; though with such a joyous demeanour he was sure she had to be one of Waawaashkeshi's recruits. ..Good morning. He spoke as he approached, coy as ever.

He had not quite been a member of a pack in his short life - not until now. It was strange to be able to walk up to another and speak to them so easily. But nonetheless, two sets of claws and teeth could catch something far better than he could on his own.