LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr would wait patiently as the rest of the pack filtered in, dipping his head in greeting briefly to his aunt. He felt excited to participate in a hunt with his packmates but at the same time… Lynd shifted from paw to paw and glanced at Katja. He was nervous to be showing his skills in front of his aunt for his skills were mostly in fighting and healing. That said, Inga had been his nanny for a fair part of his life and she was a hunting enthusiast so he had a grasp of the basics.
The hunt would start quickly and silently. Lynd would follow the others, seeking to move as quietly as he could, thankful for the snow that helped silence the autumn debris that would have certainly made much more of a racket. When Inga barked out the go ahead Lyndvarr sprang into motion, his eyes taking in the movements of his pack members. He saw his Aunt go to one side of the herd to try and round them back in and instinctively he went to the other side, his young, strong legs pumping furiously to cover the distance. He lost some, the quicker ones escaping out of his range but that was just as well, they weren't the prey the wolves were seeking. Growling Lynd did his best to spook some of the whitetail back into the center of the throng.
