GOD MORGEN! - PACK HUNT!

A group hunt sounded absolutely thrilling right now, and it was being led by Inga, an older woman that he knew little of. What he did know, was that he felt as though she was a kindred spirit in a sense - though he hadn't interacted with her directly.  Her call roused him quickly from sleep. He'd always been a light sleeper, and the call would waken him easily. Without waiting for long, he would push himself to all fours and begin to creep from his den, eyeing the sun that had barely begun to peek below the horizon.
 
Feeling quite alert despite having woken up so recently, he ambled his way to the clearing, wearing a cheeky grin. "Oy," he would greet them gleefully, nodding to Inga and then Lyndvarr, and finally turning to eye a wolf who was unfamiliar to him.. they smelled faintly of Yfir but obviously had not been in the pack very long. He tilted his one seeing eye to Bernadette, his grin widening, accentuating the scar that spread up and across his eye. "Good morning to you, ladies.. and - you,"  he would gesture light-heartedly to Lyndvarr. "What sort of meal have the gods planned for us today, do you think, Inga?" His animated emerald gaze fixed on the older woman curiously.