Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

The howl that rose and broke the silence of the early afternoon caused the perking of Kieran's ears, head raising as he located the source. It seemed he was not all that far. The summon led his paws forward, across the snow-topped ground as he made his way to Pema and the others. When he emerged on the scene, tail flicking gently behind him, he scanned the area. Pema, and two who he had not yet grown familiar with - perhaps he would get a chance to after the event of which he could see would take place here. What this event was, however, he had little idea.

The young hunter sent a smile to each wolf present, though his forest gaze landed on Pema as he wondered what this particular call had been for. A pack hunt, perhaps, though no prey seemed present nearby, nor had he scented any in this area. His brow raised slightly at his friend, though he did not yet inquire - another had beat him to the words.