Rawhide [PACK HUNT!]
10-27-2017, 07:31 AM
Kassander had not been in Abaven long enough to have gained a real impression of the pack, nor to have come to know any of the members except by the vague memory of the faces at the meeting he had joined in. Still, he had gotten the impression that they were much fewer in number than when Bass had been alpha, and those few seemed much less... rambunctious and loud than he'd grown used to among Chaos' crew. It was with almost a sense of relief that he heard a stranger's call for the pack's hunters, a strange thing for Kass in general to feel relieved at the idea of needing to interact on a personal level with others but he had been starting to wonder if he had joined a dying pack after all so the voice calling was a very welcome sound.
Remy remained in their den in the thicket, puttering around with jars and herbs, while Rommel ghosted beside Kass as the wolf crept shyly up to the small group gathering in the plains. there hadn't been any need yet for his skill as a healer, and he was still settling in and gathering supplies from his old cave in the Maw so he hadn't yet begun crafting anything, so being able to put at least one of his skills to use added to the relief he felt. Anxious he might be, yes, and shy, but Kass hated to feel useless, hated to let his abilities sit fallow as he had for way too long. They were like muscles that had not been stretched for far too long, and he would finally be able to flex them once more and work himself back into shape.
Still, he didn't know any of the wolves gathered, and he licked his lips nervously as he and his fox companion took their places quietly among the group.
Remy remained in their den in the thicket, puttering around with jars and herbs, while Rommel ghosted beside Kass as the wolf crept shyly up to the small group gathering in the plains. there hadn't been any need yet for his skill as a healer, and he was still settling in and gathering supplies from his old cave in the Maw so he hadn't yet begun crafting anything, so being able to put at least one of his skills to use added to the relief he felt. Anxious he might be, yes, and shy, but Kass hated to feel useless, hated to let his abilities sit fallow as he had for way too long. They were like muscles that had not been stretched for far too long, and he would finally be able to flex them once more and work himself back into shape.
Still, he didn't know any of the wolves gathered, and he licked his lips nervously as he and his fox companion took their places quietly among the group.