Bite Me [fight training]

He had be far off, most likely the furthest member from the meeting. At the time he was tracking, trailing an animal that would be potential prey. He was keeping himself busy, trying to get comfortable in his rank. His first big step had been the pack hunt and now he was just working on perfecting his skills. The male had to keep busy and he had to work to become an ideal pack member. He strives to make a name for himself and to make his brother proud. His brother's call had been faint when it reached his ears, a small groan of frustration. He should have stuck close to the pack lands today, but instead he had gone off the beaten path. Now he would most likely be the last to arrive to the meeting. Turning the male too off in a full blown run trying his best to arrive at a timely matter. Crashing through brush and spooking up animals as he went. It took a while, he had been rather far away. As he closed in he began to slow.

Tongue flopped from his mouth as he began to pant, walking into the crowd of member and dipping his head to his brother and Zephyra. He picked a spacious spot and flopped with a dull thump, kicking out his back legs and continuing to pant as he cooled his body down from his run. Patiently he waited for things to begin.