Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

The pack dynamic was interesting to watch from the sidelines. All faces he recognized from the meeting, though some names eluded him. A dark woman and an agouti male stole Valtýr's attention as he watched with interest. It appeared they were a couple, in the same way Taltos and Blue Willow were together. Juxtaposed, the silver bachelors, Danta and Finn, felt very much out of place.

Molten eyes shifted over each wolf individually as the group eagerly awaited orders. Valtýr would have liked a few more moments to observe his new family, but soon the plan was in motion. Half of the group went left, and half right. Valtýr, who was without a position or any knowledge of the hunt, chose to lope besides the pregnant Blue Willow at the rear.

At first, Valtýr's wan strides were careful and nervous. The sooty youth didn't want to make any loud noises and disturb the herd. Suddenly, the older wolves broke from their hiding place to begin the chase. Their strong bodies of silver, brown, and black flexed as they hurtled towards their target. Val registered their movements over the winter scrim adeptly and found his blood becoming hot. Something about the hunt — the thrill of watching his company — spiked a new feeling within his veins. He felt cut free from his inhibitions, imbued with new confidence.

His lanky stride soon became a lively jaunt, copper ears perked forward to better monitor the pack. Everything about his posture changed from head carriage to his waving tail. A whine squeaked from his lips, eager to join them but not knowing how.