Noctisardor Bypass the world is illogical

@Crëyr and @Flash :D Ya people know what I mean :P Just a random Gamekeeper thread if ya want... You guys should try the pack pride table.

I don't fight without reason, I don't want war without end

Keen silver eyes were locked with the calm waters of the lake as the river flowed in, he had finished hunting for the pack and was looking to satisfy his hunger before moving on to bigger game. He had scented an elk herd somewhere in Divinum Campi and planned to move to tackle a calf he had spotted with a few other wolves. He knew Flash planned to be a Gamekeeper from his previous meeting with him and Crëyr, and he was a potential hunter having seen his abilities when they hunted another elk herd before. But that could be dealt with after he had finished eating his meal. A flash of bright silver caught his attention and in a split second, he scooped it out with a paw and smacked it on a nearby rock. Blood spurted out of its neck and moments later, it stopped wriggling, probably going to the underworld for fishes. The fisher paused, noticing a swarm of fishes heading towards him, he stared, amused for a second before diving into action. A skilled paw scooped one out and smacked it on the rock before diving in with the grace of a panther. He caught two fishes in his strong jaws as he swam back to shore knowing it would take a while before the fish were brave enough to venture into the open again for they now knew there was a predator nearby.

Dipping his jaws downwards, he grasped all the fish in his mouth and walked towards the shade of a nearby tree and sat down. Ivory fangs tore into the rich white meat and he swallowed greedily, blood trickling down his muzzle as he ate. The Roman licked his lips heartily as he finished his third fish and moved on to the last one, as soon as he was down with his snack, he began to groom his pelt. But only after his muzzle had no more of the dry fish blood staining it. With the calm, quiet breeze ruffling his pelt and the chirping of the birds, it wasn't long before his mind once again wandered off to the topic of the elk herd. Who should he call? Aspiring Gamekeepers but he only knew one so far, and that was Probatio Flash. It seemed legit to call both Crëyr and Flash since the last time he talked to either of them as a full member was the meeting they had together.

So the silver Praetor tipped his muzzle into the air and called for the two said wolves, the musical melody slipping from his lips and flew into the air, sure that the two subordinates would hear it. Once he was sure that they could hear it, the howl ended and he resumed his washing. Platinum eyes alert and wary as he awaited them, he wished to finish this hunt for the day ended and he needed time, they needed time to track the herd, make their plan and hunt. It was only too bad none of them were gods, none of them was Saturn, the god of time.