Black Hole Sun

With the sound of Bane's howl soaring through the air to meet the sky above, Kove threw his own head back to join in. His agitation towards the earlier deer was long since forgotten, mind filled instead with the pride of a successful hunt. They'd managed to take down a decent bit of the cervines, preparing them for the Winter months ahead. How the weather fared in the Wilds during the cold season was unknown to him, having been the first one spent in the land. Still, he was sure it'd be survivable, and even more so after their hunt.

Lowering his muzzle back down, his part of the song had ended. Turning his head, the ghostly man looked upon the other wolves, a small smile gracing his features as he took in their appearances, as well as the limp bodies of their kills. It looked strange on him with blood standing out against his pale coat, and yet he didn't care. All his mind could focus on was his eagerness to partake in the next hunt; whenever it may be.