He listened intently as the tan wolf spoke, listing off his success as hunting even without a pack. It had his ears fully perked, with Lyre seeming to have vanished he was without a wolf in the hunting rank. It might be a lot for one at his age to lead a pack hunt, but he seemed skilled enough to do so. It was a good way to mingle him in with the pack as well, when the time came. Nodding his head up and down, his smile only grew as excitement sparked in his eyes. "As our last hunter vanished, you would be the only wolf within your rank. This would mean that it would be up to you to call a hunt when you see it fit, I've been filling in for that at the moment. This is of course, if you are comfortable with it. I would be at your side to lend strength to your howl, but I can't always make it." Storm needed a break here and there from the pups anyways, he could bring them to observe the structures of pack hunting and where they could lend aide. It was the packs job to feed each other, but the hunters job to pull then together for larger game. "I am interested to see what you can bring to the pack, Brandr. Your rank is called 'cacciatore'. Welcome home." Bass' voice was warm as he stood, leaning down to nuzzle his shoulder. "We have three lands to our name. Rustling Thicket is the one we are in now, as well as Serpent Plains and Monument Rapids to the southwest. Are you familiar with poisonous and venomous snakes?" It was important to know, and a good lesson to be taught right away.
