Vern had just finished tracking down and killing a young fawn for the kids. He was worn, still vary out of shape but he was better then he had been. The older male picked up his kill and began back towards where the dens were so he could deliver this meal to Roza and her children in hopes it would be enough to hold them over for a bit. The pack was still small, but Vern had high hopes for it to grow, especially with young fresh leaders who could bring new ideas for survival to the table. He was wondering what he could do? Should he himself go out and to help try and bring more in? Ganta had his paws full with everything already.
He was pulled from his thoughts at Ganta's howl. His tone made Vern's eyes narrow and his hair stand on end. Something was wrong and there was urgency in his call. He picked up his waddling pace, careful not to trip over the long legs of his kill. It took him a decent amount of time to get there and most had already arrived. He dropped his kill and looked around, wondering what had happened.
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