The Story Of Life [PACK HUNT]

As the eerie howl rent the still fog, Tempest immediately made her way toward it through the fog. Fog, it seemed, was her favorite type of weather. There was an element of mystery to it, and it seemed to swallow the wolves like a thick blanket. Yes, Tempest liked fog.

Through it's strange embrace she loped, green eyes the only thing visible in the skeletal landscape, her pelt blending in with the fog. soon, she appeared beside the black fae, and greeted her with a nod. "What shall we hunt today, huntress?" She gave a small smile at the nickname, but her eyes were scanning the caribou. Green eyes locked onto the female, and Tempest growled softly. Dinner.