Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

One of the first to arrive, Finn had no choice but to go up and greet Koda. It was not that he had anything against him -- in fact he had been added to his list of friends after the second he had voiced his hatred towards the insolent fuck that had driven Finley away. Just that after the bitter goodbye he had had to face he had fallen out of the spotlight and into the sidelines instead; hoping that his sudden sorrow would pass on its own. With his paws breaking through the fresh layers of snow, he approached the man, bumping his cold nose against his shoulder as greeting.
Brought together by a mutual enemy Finn was sure it would not be long before they turned into fine friends.

What's up? he whispered, aware that his voice could alert the scaredy critters up ahead and ruin any potential chance of bringing one down. In spite of not having a recognition as a Gamekeeper --unlike Koda -- his olive eyes immediately danced across the herd, scouting for a visibly weaker individual that might serve as their target.