Carryout

For once, Ramsay was actually nearby when a howl rang out,
calling for hunters to show for a pack hunt. He didn't think twice about responding - his belly was rumbling, and he was sure the rest of the pack would be wanting to fill up, too. It was time he started getting involved and making a difference in Talis. Black paws carried him swiftly on lean legs toward the source of the howl. Making his way across the plains, he stopped briefly at a small, trickling stream of water to quench his thirst briefly before carrying on. It was then that he noticed the small herd of blackbucks in the distance, drinking the same water just downstream from him. He crouched down,
slowly making his way into the tall grass where his blonde fur would camouflage him well.

Realizing that the blackbucks must be the pack's target for this hunt, he inhaled the scents around him so that he could find the hunter that had called. He sifted through the grass, following a somewhat familiar scent until he found Gryphon. His tail waved in a low-key greeting, though he said nothing as he approached the brute. He would wait with the hunter until others arrived, and make himself useful where he could.