Grimshaw was a bit tired of hunting the same meals around the Armada and sought to stretch his reach out a bit further. When he was in search of a cart to haul the meat back on, he acquired a hunting partner. He never spent any time with Azure, though their trip was silent and Grimshaw was perfectly fine with that. The trip to the prairie had taken up a  good chunk of their morning, but even the cart didn't slow Grimshaw down as they traveled west to the flatter lands were larger herds of hoofed animals call home. Although the gazelle weren't the same size as the deer around the armada, they were smaller actually, they would be a change of pace for the wolves that were used to eating either venison or fish. Grimshaw was certainly ready for a change of taste.

Stepping out from the straps securing the cart to him, Grimshaw motioned to a small herd of gazelle at the bottom of the small hill they stood on. There weren't many in the small herd that he pointed to, but if the man was interested they could spent the entire afternoon hunting the entire herd down and bringing it back late that night. "Do you want to thin or cull the herd?" He asked quietly, leaving it up to the older man.

"Speech."

While he'd certainly had rather of stayed home and nurtured his growing litter (well, nurtured Basilisk) Azure knew a part of his new rank was to spend time with the others of the pack too. Grimshaw had been working hard on improving his skills and Az could not assess the young wolf hiding away in his den with his family.  He agreed to accompany the warrior, travelling along beside him until they reached the rich prairie. The walk was in silence - which Azure wholeheartedly preferred - and he was pleased that Grimshaw did not complain nor try to tempt him into conversation. As far as he was concerned, small talk was unnecessary and he did not need to befriend his wolves to see them succeed. That was Mortis' lot in life, not his own. Grimshaw shrugged out of his harness and gestured to the herd, offering him a choice on what they'd accomplish here today. Azure's head shook to his question, gaze roaming across the unsuspecting prey. "There's no reason to cull them all, many are still healthy. They should be allowed to continue reproducing and growing their numbers for the next hungry wolf who comes at them for a meal." Besides, the Armada wolves had all been eager to prove their worth once the ooze had past. Their pack was not going hungry, and their stores seemed to always be full. He eyed a few stragglers, older members of the herd who were already on their last legs. Azure motioned his head towards them, and then ventured further down the hill in a crouch. As he moved he spoke softly, instructing the boy. "You are faster, I'll need you to cut them from their group. Once we have them separated we can start to take them down." "Speech"

After all the local hunting trips with Kotori, Grimshaw wasn't displeased to be hunting with the Armada's Champion. Although he hadn't sought the man out specifically, he wasn't against getting to know the man in his own way. Fortunately for Azure, Grimshaw didn't need to talk to someone to get to know them. All he cared about knowing was how useful someone could be. Not necessarily for him, but if Azure proved to be a good hunting partner like Kotori, perhaps he'd spend less of his trips hunting alone.

Although Azure seemed more concerned about preserving the health of a meager herd, Grimshaw was more focused on the uncommon meat filling a good chunk in the stores. Having been hunting so much during the infection and after, he was very aware of how full the stores were. Everything he had been bringing in had been local and by the looks of it, others had been doing the same. Grimshaw wasn't sure when the last time he saw something different in the stores, and if he had to guess it would be before the darkness took over. He didn't want to argue with the Champion however and agreed with a simple nod, following his lead down the hill in a crouch until he was given a task - to cut the weak ones from the group. There were a few he had motioned to and Grimshaw nodded a second time before slinking down the hill to approach the herd without being detected.

Grimshaw watched the herd for a moment before springing into action, teeth snapping at the heels of some gazelles to get the herd moving. The healthier gazelle's were faster and dodged his teeth with ease, quickly moving away from him on their own accord. Being taller than even the tallest gazelle at the shoulder combined with his heavy weight was intimidating to the gazelle, but he could only imagine the fear in their eyes if they saw Azure with his saber fangs and paws bigger than their heads.

Once the healthier gazelle had moved away, it left Grimshaw standing between the two groups and moving between them as if he were a horse cutting a cow from the herd when one would try to make a run for it towards the healthy gazelles.

"Speech."

Grimshaw took his instruction easily and without a word of complaint, moving down the hill toward the herbivores that grazed unknowingly their last meal. Azure stayed low to the grass, watching carefully and occasionally taking a slow step further. It was not long before the yearling was off toward them, putting on his most frightening display of teeth and frightening the herd into stupidity. Their instinct told them to run to their herd, but he'd placed himself solidly in their path. The Champion took a brief moment to observe the boy's dance, nodded to himself, then broke out into a ground eating sprint from their rear. The gazelle's were no less shocked by the sight of the second wolf, and while most of the stragglers broke off from their huddle to run in different directions, one remained frozen before him. Azure came up on it fast before it could recover and flee, swiping a hard blow with his heavy paw to it's cervical spine and watching as it dropped hard. "On your left!" He called to the boy, his head jerking sharply to the gazelle that was blindly attempting to sprint past Grimshaw away from death. Azure left him to it, trusting that the warrior was capable, and moved to chase down a third. "Speech"