be brave [optional pack hunt]

The wind whipped about the meadow, stirring the bare trees and the fading green needles of the pines. It was a cloudy, dusky gray day, the land coated in sparse snow and dead things. Dovev ignored most of it, his body moving at a jaunty trot, with legs swinging casually below his knees.

There had been talk of the Creek's unsuccessful hunting. It was a growing issue, for the pack had exploded in population and that meant a correlation in food needed to keep the pack running and happy. Dovev had ran alongside Star to bring down an elk a couple weeks ago- but that didn't last long. Complemented with other factors, the wolves who fed on the carcass found it diminished and picked thorough by the end of the week. Now ravens were circling above the tundra beast who rambled through the valley, eagerly watching as the wolf stopped to observe the two figures in the distance.

He had heard the howl long before Dovev decided to follow the small female, her call speaking of the hardships the pack could surely face. He undoubtedly agreed; their pack must be kept running with a steady supply of meat. Especially if Scimitar kept Paarthurnax around. Slowing his pace, Dovev approached, at first staring at the rusty beige male standing near Star. Rather than say anything, the tundra beast only announced himself with a soft chuff and turned to keep his nose balanced in the wind.