Wapun Meadow we built this city

There was a certain tension that clung to the air in the pack, and as the silver gilded ebony wolf caught the view of his parents in close proximity to one another, he had decided he needed a break from it all.

Striding out of the territory, he had called to his pack, notifying them of his trip before he made it to the meadow. His nose to the ground, the snow crunched beneath his paws as he trailed after the scent of a small roe deer herd. Nearing the age he would enter the adult ranks, it was far past time the youth made himself an asset to his home. Especially if, by some unforeseen circumstance after the shitshow that had been his parent's breakup, he would still somehow end up with younger siblings.

Edit: archived this since he went inactive, feels free to reopen it if/when he comes back :)

By some stroke of luck the paragon happened to be in pursuit of the same herd as the youthful creek boy and from a distance, through body language and assumption, caught wind of what the stranger trailed. He was still a ways off but moved so that he was in full view to the young huntsman and hoped in some way or another that the youth would catch on to his unspoken plan.

They'd be more fortunate off together after all seeing as the boy was probably inexperienced and Sanguinus, though powerful enough to take down a deer on his own, often lacked the speed to catch them. Working cooperatively and rationally would up there chances at success and he waited to see if the youngster would join him or devise some other strategy on his own.