Black Ice

Brandr grinned at the boy as he said he'd join the older male in look for signs of prey. Nostrils flaring, Brandr set about examining the scents of the plains but finding nothing of interest he continued walking along. His tall frame made it easy for him to stride along the plains and he'd forgotten how difficult it might be for a smaller wolf. He resisted the urge to chuckle as Tyranis maneuvered along after him. "So, Tyranis, do you have family here in Abaven?" The pup was young enough he ought to but Brandr was aware of the cruelties of the world and knew that it was something he just couldn't assume.

Brandr paused near a patch of grass, bent and brown and he sniffed around it. "Hmm… prairie chicken?" Maybe he was on the trail of something after all. He'd been planning mostly a scouting mission but he wouldn't pass the opportunity for a good hunt if it presented itself. "Are you training to be anything in the pack yet?" He figured it wouldn't hurt to make conversation. If there were any chickens nearby they'd hide until the wolves were close enough to flush them out and the scent was several hours old anyway.