Bitterroot Valley [PACK HUNT] Moose Antlers

the young caribou hunter is one of the last to arrive, perhaps born out of some burgeoning defiance. it was hot coals laid firm across him, feeding and festering.

he makes sure to avoid the gaze of the chieftain as he appears from the nearby treeline, shaking off briars and winter thorns from beneath his pale undercoat. and those pale, dull eyes of his poke and prod through the crowd.

he wonders how many of these wolves can actually hunt. some of them look lowsy, if you asked him. he snorts his brooding, teenage discontent as he passes by @Ravah most notably.

(to which afterwards she fixes him with a disapproving glare.) his ears pull sideways on his way to stand near the other one close to his age, @Ezra.