Mask lay on the large boulder Regulus often used to call meetings, shaded by one of the few trees the plains boasted. One paw dangled casually over the edge as his glacial eyes scanned the horizon. This rock was one of the few vantage points that would allow him to see over top the long summer grasses, other than the wall but the boulder was more centrally located so suited his needs better. He wasn't looking for intruders, after all, but rather keeping an eye out for prey. He had it in mind that it would be wise for him to start preserving furs for the winter. There were few wolves who still seemed to be making their way around the pack lands, whether that was from wolves leaving the pack or being kicked out he didn't know and frankly it wasn't his business. He just knew the pack had fewer mouths to feed now, but also less wolves to do the feeding. Fewer jaws to hold the line if another pack tried to raid them. Most of the wolves in the pack even when it had been full had been healers or fighters, or both, but few hunters and even fewer after the raid. They were rather short of wolves with the expertise needed to carefully remove and preserve a pelt, which was unfortunate since they were used in so many different ways. Tanned hide and rawhide would be needed as well, but he doubted there would be enough hunters available to take down anything large enough to be worth that. Maybe he could drum up enough interest for a deer. But for now, small game was it, which meant furs. He wasn't an expert tanner by any means, but he knew enough to get by. No one in the pack would sleep in a cold den this winter if he could help it.

The Easter Bunny hops on by!

On her way through, she drops an egg at the paws of Enrico.

He was finishing up his second border patrol for the day, the borders were quiet and there had been no sign of intruders. It was quiet which part of him was glad of that, but the other half of him wanted to sigh. The pack was to quiet and he felt like it was... depressing. He knew his brother wasn't to blame, with the disappearance of his mate and son Regulus had been busy teaching his daughter. Part of Lais was greatly worried about his brother, he couldn't imagine how he was feeling and how her disappearance effected him. He so badly wanted to spend some time with his brother, but he didn't want to tear his attention away from his duties or his daughter. Sighing he headed back from the borders, his head lowered as his mind mulled through what he would do next. He had been doing a lot of hunting lately in his spare time. He felt that would be what he is most likely going to do next. He would head back to the Alcove first before heading out to hunt. One his way he would be passing through where meetings were normally held before getting to the alcove. When he got closer he saw a dark form sitting on his brother's meeting rock. It was easy to tell that it was Mask, but what in the world was he doing? He altered his course slightly and headed in that direction keeping quiet until he was right by the rock. "Hey Mask what are you doing up there?" he asked his eyes looking up to the older male. "Talk" "You" Think

His perch, incidentally, allowed him to keep watch on the various comings and goings of the pack members. He had no particular use for that knowledge, it was simply old habit to observe everything, particularly since he had once lead a group of his own and he had grown used to keeping tabs on his wolves. But when one figure altered their course to approach him, another old habit had him watching their approach warily. It was only Laisren, one of the Adravendis, so Mask relaxed muscles that had tensed minutely. "Buongiorno, Laisren. I am getting the... new perspective of pack lands. Deciding who amongst our prey ask to be eaten today and warm our case when the season changes. E tu?"

Mask had seen him approach, with his height on that rock Laisren could make a safe assumption about that. Mask had been around for a while, yet Lais never really had any one on one time with the older male. One thing Lais did know was that he was a hunter, the only hunter. His greenish eyes showed some curiosity as he wondered if Mask was getting ready to hunt. Mask confirmed his assumption as he spoke. Lais had never really thought of using his brother's meeting rock for an advantage point, but it was a great idea really. He nodded to the male's words. "Do you need any help at all?" he asked. He was hoping Mask did, it gave him something to do and also allowed him time to bond with one of his pack mates. It was a win win in Lais' eyes, but maybe the male preferred solitude, if that was the case Lais would let him be. "Talk" "You" Think

The Easter Bunny hops on by!

On her way through, she drops an egg at the paws of Laisrén.

The younger male asked if he needed help, and Mask gave him a nod. "Certainly, for is it not so much the easier for the hunt with extra eyes and paws?" It was too bad no one else in the pack had expressed this interest lately. It could be more than frustrating to find himself as the only wolf on the prowl for several days in a row. Except for a couple of wolves on border patrol, the pack lands always seemed empty, and few of the pack's warriors ever had showed any interest in pack hunts anyway. He sighed. Ambitious was hard to satisfy when there was no chance for advancement because the pack was simply too quiet to respond to leadership. It made him miss the days when he had led. "Perhaps we turn our gazes to the hares, yes? Since we are only we two, and I do not believe we shall succeed should we try for pronghorn."

He indeed would like some help and Lais' tail wagged gently. He was always up to help and since hunting was his secondary skill he was all for some hunting with the older male. He liked having something to do and he liked spending time with his pack mates. He nodded his head to the male's first words. "I would love to help," he offered. He wondered what the male had in mind for a hunt and he listened as Mask went on, suggesting they look towards rabbits. Lais nodded and agreed that they would have better luck with rabbits then trying for a Pronghorn. Those creatures were difficult to hunt. "Would you like to hunt here or go for a travel out of pack lands," he asked. "Talk" "You" Think

Mask stretched, considering the question a moment before shaking his head. "No need for being going outside pack lands for hares. They make more so quickly we could not hurt the populations with overhunting with so few in pack, I am thinking." If the pack were larger and therefore had more wolves hunting them, they might have begun to have a problem, but the size Celestial was they'd hardly make a dent in this year's population. Stretching, the dark colored male slipped down from the oak-shaded boulder and moved at a trot into the tall prairie grass. He was heading towards one of the places he knew hares tended to frequent - more than once he'd seen a whole drove of them nibbling at the grasses there. He didn't know if he could expect any to be around today, but it was a good place to start. And if they happened to come across signs of any of the solitary little mammals on the way there, all the better. "You know how you be hunting the hares?" he inquired politely. He didn't want to assume he did and have the hunt ruined if they weren't both on the same page, but on the other hand he didn't want to assume the other male didn't know and offend him by ordering him about either.