The Story Of Life [PACK HUNT]

Copper nodded his head. For a unpredictable personality, Bindi sure did make good plans. It was a tad complicated though. He was supposed to diverge to herd the deer when? Copper didn't feel like asking that question out loud, and just hoped someone was confused as he was. Copper was adapting. Evolving. His paws were becoming rougher, and his winter coat was becoming thicker, and wasn't showing signs of shedding, with the coming spring.

Copper suddenly felt a question growing inside him. Why did Bindi choose him as her partner? Probably to keep him from Raissa. But her motherly nature made him like her in a maternal way. He couldn't really imagine that sort of stuff. He didn't see himself being a mate to any of his packmates. Maybe with time, Copper thought to himself. He would love to mentor his own little mountain prince. But once again, with time.

He picked himself, and walked a small distance toward Bindi, one, to hear her speak, and two, so it wasn't a hassle to group quickly.