Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

Title translation -- The night of the hunter
Participation is optional but everyone is encouraged to jump in and collaborate!!
@Kaname @Sitri @Wyvern @Lotan @Ivev @Kierkegaard @Alusia @Sinaaq @Gaiban @Ryuu
ROUND ONE ENDS THE 6TH OR UNTIL EVERYONE POSTS

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I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]As another month of cold winter nights ended, another came by. The frigid winds and foggy atmosphere that had settled outside the Alpha's den shifted slowly into the gap of her home, waking the pale Queen from her slumber. It was after sunset but Cara had decided to sleep in early -- or at least try to -- but as the cold ran it's fingers across her Spine all desires to keep sleeping were thrown out the door, only to be replaced by a sharp sense of hunger that suddenly gnawed at her stomach.

With her ears swivelling on top of the crown of her head as the depths of her stomach gurgled she pulled herself out of the den and out into the open. She considered a cache, but quickly dropped the thought. While a cold dinner was better than no dinner, the Queen wanted something more.
Something of a higher caliber; something fresh.
A banquet worthy of royalty.

Another rumble of her stomach served as Cara's veredict.
The pack would hunt together.
Despite the last rays of orange began to drown along the setting sun the Queen was certain that more than one of her wolves would come to her aid; those who didn't attend her call would not only lose the priviledge of a fine meal but also the chance to prove their skills to the Queen -- something that was very important if they sought to ever ascend in the ranks and earn the Alpha's trust.

With her tail raising and her head tipping back in a smooth motion she called out into the night.
"Tonight we hunt Ouroboros Spine", she called, her voice melting with the own howling of the winds that whirled overhead.
All there was left now was to wait for the first to come, hopefully it wouldn't be long. Despite of the emotional growth she personally felt she had been subjected to, she was still fighting (until now a loosing battle) with the characteristic impatience of her youth.
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