Hey, did we order this dinner to go?

He heard the alpha and charged from his den on the mountain immediately. Was he nimble? No. Was he fast? No. Was he even particularly strong? No. But he was going to fit in with this pack god damn it and the Boss had practically chased his prey straight to him. He bolted down the cliff, trying to keep his long-legged stride while simultaneously trying to navigate the rough and uneven path down the Maw. Somehow his too-large paws had managed so far not to trip over themselves as he navigated down the mountain. He spotted the ewe further down the bluff and tempted his fate by jumping down lower. It wasn’t until he had gotten neck and neck with the sheep that he realized; he had no fucking clue how to catch it. He had never hunted a day in his life and was accomplishing nothing but scaring the damn thing by hanging in its peripheral. He sucked in a deep breath and raised his head, urging himself to run faster and pull ahead of the sheep until he could safely jump in its path and hopefully scare it enough for Chaos, who actually knew what the fuck he was doing, to catch it.


This is him talking