Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

Aventus remained in the shadows, where he was most comfortable, and watched one by one as the wolves heeded his sister's call while the elk bleated, a sound not unlike a horrified scream. Hunting was something Aventus only did because it was necessary to live and be strong, but it was not a hobby like it was for Avicus. He joined primarily to study his packmates, and make his debut.

There was no jealousy now. He had surpassed her, and let his gaze linger on her red coat for only a brief moment. She would try to kill him, and she would fail. He lapped at his lips contemplatively, curious of the chocolate brown boy who arrived and hung near the treeline like him, and the strangely marked she-wolf he did not recognize. When Averna arrived and took the lead, Aventus broke from the shadows.

His gait was long and ground-eating as he galloped after the fleeing elk, veering off to the right to cover that side should it turn and attempt to run off the track they formed for it with their bodies.