Arrow Lake The beat of the drums

ingram was loathe to leave blodreina alone for any length of time, but kazimir's howl prompted him to beg reina to forgive his absence. he knew with most of the women in the pack having whelps, that there would be very few hands on deck able to attend a hunt. it meant his presence was mandatory.

he threw his head back in an answering call, making sure to check around their den first that there were no lurking predators; content with his brief scout, ingram made towards the call and nearly died when he saw just what it was kazimir expected them to bring down.

a bull moose, massive, with antlers that spanned a length of at least two wolves; it looked irritable and already on edge. "we're hunting that?"  ingram inquired, biting his lip as he looked to kazimir for validation. he hoped more wolves showed up -- the two of them alone had less than a fly's chance in hell of bringing down even an injured moose.