let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

Yeeee!

The howl of Aesop woke Atreyu from his nap, causing him to groan and roll onto his side side in his comfy spot in the sun-dappled shade. His ears flicked forward lazily and one eye cracked open, wondering why on earth he was calling the pack for. The howl had had an excited sort of quality to it, though, and so the boy pulled himself to his feet, shaking off his sand-ridden coat before trotting curiously towards the forest where his pack mates' call had come from.

It didn't take long to find him, his beastly form standing before a slain deer, it's chest bearing a gaping hole. Ears pricking forward with interest, the yearling approached, noting the odd formation in the middle of the muddy clearing and the...what was that red thing in the middle? He stared at it for a moment or two before glancing back at Aesop and the carcass. Was this some sort of ritual? "Woah, you slaughtered that deer, man," he said with a grin, in awe that the older man had managed to take down a whole deer by himself.