Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Harley was doing his job helping Althaia to heal, and was out hunting himself when Floki's call rang out on the peak of rock beside them. At once, the hybrid set off to find his friend and Beta. Perhaps he'd found prey himself, and needed help? Harley hoped so. The gamma was tired and hungry, the famine that seemed to be nearly over having slimmed the man down.
Nevertheless, it took Harley a small amount of time to finally come into view of his grey packmate, and even through the rain he could see and smell the battering rams. It hadn't been easy to get up here, not at all, but time on Moonspear had toughened up the wolfdog.
Keeping silent, the milky man slid up beside Floki. It was clear in his body language that he was here to support, his amber eyes staring intently at the food that could feed both him and Althaia.
Funny, how she'd become a part of his own worries, and her survival matched importance with his own. Perhaps he'd taken more than a liking to her, but such things couldn't be voiced, not now.