Bitterroot Valley [PACK HUNT] Moose Antlers

When Miska arrived, pulled from a deadly game of hide-and-seek with a plump little snack, the place was positively crawling with wolves. Or wolflings, perhaps - they were almost all offensively young, with defiant looks in their eyes and attitude that he could almost smell.

Miska wound his way through them like a black eel, grinning his ugly shark's grin at the newcomers, nodding at @Elowyn and @Angel Oak, and finding himself for a moment quite transfixed by the silver woman he did not yet know as @Ravah.

He took a spot near @Sega, communicating with brows and looks: tribe grow.