Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

Gonna sneek in >__>

A howl had echoed across the plateau for all to hear. It summoned each wolf for a hunt - something Val had neither watched or participated in. Mother, Father, Malachi, or Danica had always provided good meals when he was a child... and now the newcomer scoured the Blacktail territory for carrion or old caches. He was sustained on these meager meals, always being last to eat whenever the pack landed a hunt.

However, Koda's call drew the adolescent out of hiding. His gaunt figure skittered across the ice fields, arriving late at the party. He paced outside the circle like a vulture hungry for both knowledge and food. Instinct kept him at bay - he was too young to be of any real use, but there was much to gain from watching his superiors.

He stood quietly, listening with upturned ears. Dante spoke up, offering a strategy. Conquer and divide... his words seemed simple but it was known any hunt was deceptively hard to coordinate. Val remained passive in the back like a ghost waiting to watch the hunt begin if no role was assigned.