Haunted Wood Run Me Like a Racehorse

for Kingslend wolves/forming! Hunter thread!

The words of his kings still remained fresh within his mind. The young hunter had never been so livid before in his life, yet every day a new trial arose. First, he had been forced from his home, flames claimed his kin, and now the banishment of tradition. It simply wouldn't do. Calhoun was always one to do whatever it takes to please the High Elk, and just because his leaders claimed otherwise, he would not falter. Traditions aside, the wolves of Kingslend still had to live. That meant shelter and food.

Cenric claimed these woods would act as a temporary base and just as he had said at the meeting, he would see to filling some caches. Hunting was something that never changed, it was comforting and right within his element. So, with no time wasted, the brazen wolf slunk through the dark woods, his nose lowered as he searched for something suitable to perish in the name of the High Elk.