Bitterroot Valley [PACK HUNT] Moose Antlers

Veteran arrived at a lope, one of the last to join the group after having to pick his way down the slope of the Dragon. He had spent the last week or so perched at the northern edge of the territory, keeping his eye on a particularly large bull moose that had been flirting with their border markers. He wondered if today was the day Sega had chosen to confront the beast. Was their pack ready? Were they large enough..? 

And...it seemed that they were. The number of wolves that had gathered around Sega was easily twice the number Veteran had expected. There was a pawful of yearlings, ranging in demeanor from bright-eyed and eager to aloof and critical. A healthy mix of older wolves had also been recruited. His gaze was drawn to one woman: large and dark furred, light-eyed, and scarred-- strangely similar to himself. He wondered if their stories might be similar as well. He shot a small smile to her before he pulled his gaze away. Sega was speaking. 

As he had suspected, Sega named the bull moose as their target. He led the group northward, and Veteran fell into step near the woman who had caught his eye earlier. 

"Hey, um, we haven't met. I'm Veteran." He directed his speech to @Katarzyna, but his introduction would be audible to any nearby.