be brave [optional pack hunt]

Star’s call echoed across the creek, and with a gentle chuff, the male lifted himself, shaking off the sparse bits of snow that had fallen upon his pelt. His eyes were heavy with the lull of sleep, and a yawn emitted from his muzzle as his long limbs strode in the direction of her beckoning.

Others had arrived before him, and the regal offered a nod to each as he came in. He did not move forward to sit beside the petite she-wolf – as far as he was concerned, this was her show to run, and he would not draw authority upon himself. Instead, his gleaming eyes met her features with gentle encouragement, and while awaiting for others to arrive, the Frostfur male rolled his shoulders back in a stretch, awakening his muscles for what was to come. A feast was exactly what they needed – too many failed hunts had been occurring, and he felt apprehensive that the winter would only further the pain in their empty stomachs.