Ankyra Sound they'd find us in a week [PACKTIVITY]

Kevlyn was one of those who'd fed fervently when the females had their fill, and tromped back to their territory's heart with his belly practically swaying beneath him. The youth grew taller and leaner by the day, but his voracious appetite suggested he wouldn't stay that way forever. When the group wordlessly reached their destination, the consort slumped to the sand and began diligently picking grains from the fur sprouting around his toes with grunts of displeasure.

Gods, how he hated being filthy.

He would've spent hours doing this menial task, but his attention was drawn upward by the slap of forearms upon the damp sand. His ears shifted forward as Caiaphas bowed at the head of the group, then charged directly into them. This sight triggered an instinctual response which had the youth on his feet and racing after her, engaging her in the play she practically begged for. His manner was clearly submissive, his legs ready to send him downward if the occasion called for it or if a female took offense to his actions, but with Caiaphas at the helm of their pack, he needn't worry about these things.