Never Give Up [Bass]

Brandr focused on his breathing, keeping it even and smooth as he sought to fight down his nerves.  He wasn't sure what the alpha would think of him but he didn't want to give any sign of weakness that might make him seem unworthy to be in this pack.  Though, he was put at ease by Bass' genial nature.  It was nice to see an alpha that didn't take himself too seriously.  Brandr inclined his head at the mention of their last hunting vanishing.  Vanishing?  Just…. vanishing?  He really hoped it meant that the other wolf had simply left the pack and not disappeared under mysterious and possibly mystical circumstances.  It did surprise him though that there was only one hunter though he suppose it made sense if he was to be the one calling the others together in a hunt.  One wolf could not feed a whole pack but if the pack pitched in it wouldn't be a problem.

Despite himself he sighed in relief as he was accepted into the pack as Cacciatore.  At the words 'welcome home' Brandr felt a slight sting in his chest and he offered a shy smile.  "Thank you Bass, I will do my best to be worth of this chance you have given me."  His heart was still hammering in his chest now with excitement.  Bass laid out the names of the lands and their location and asked him about snakes. "Not many.  I know of garter snakes, bullsnakes, and rattlesnakes in general but I do my best to avoid them.  I have heard they can be eaten but…. little meat for a lot of risk.  Doesn't seem worth it to me.  Bass, what sort of prey is usually found in the Abaven lands and how soon would you like me to begin a hunt?"  He thought it would save time to simply ask the usual food sources and he had no way of knowing how recently they'd all eaten.  He didn't want to get over-zealous and start a hunt while everyone was lounging on full bellies.

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