Bitterroot Valley [PACK HUNT] Moose Antlers

The outlaw approached from the lake, pelt halfway through drying once he had gathered amongst the other pack-wolves. There were two new, unfamiliar faces that he had not recognised nor heard of before, but, nonetheless, he directed friendly nods towards them and found his place closer to Sega, the band-chief. He found seat upon the earth, tail flicking.
There was more than enough space besides him, he realised now, if Twitch wished to sit with him. Part of him hoped that she would.
He looked to Sega, clearing such thoughts from his mind.

Such a hunt would require the utmost focus from the man.