Bitterroot Valley [PACK HUNT] Moose Antlers

ravah came down from the ridge in silence, her silver pelt near vanishing in the overcast light as she moved across snow-pressed stone. sega’s call had pulled her like a thread drawn tight; though she still bubbled with agitation for the man and how he had behaved.

yet, this was the first true hunt since she'd joined, and she would not miss it.

she stepped into the gathered wolves without sound or announcement, sliding in near the rear and off to the side, but not hidden. her eyes found sega first, and despite her aforementioned annoyance, they glistened with a warmth she only knew for him.

how proud she was. it glowed deep in her chest, blossoming like a great forest fire. this is what he had been born for, she believed; to lead a band of hunters and huntresses alike, and what joy she felt to live and witness it.