Blowing the Bugle Horn

The call of her Frost had tan ears perking up excitedly. A hunt was being called. While she had never been the best hunter, Star certainly knew the risks that came with it though. She would most likely stock to the borders and wait for the ones hunting to get back from killing things. Moving quickly, Star makes her way toward her mate and the rest of the gathered pack members. Smiling at the familiar faces of wolves she considered family, the healer waved her tail and stood beside Frostbite. "I believe I am best suited behind, love. Just in case anyone gets hurt on the hunt." Watching him would be thrill enough for her, keeping her eyes open for anyone who ended up in distress was her duty and passion, and she would do all she could to help. There was a screech from above as Snow came to land on her shoulder, the falcon perching on her shoulder where the strap of her bag was. Sitting back on her haunches, she looked over the others, hoping they would all be safe and bring home something tasty.