sound the horns

He was in his den when he heard her. The call for a hunt echoed through the air. He wasn't too sure if he should join, or even if he would be allowed to join given his condition, but he didn't want to just keep sitting here and doing nothing. He felt like everyone was disappointed in him for not helping and letting himself fall so low. But not today. He would help with this hunt, even if it killed him. And that decision was reinforced when he heard Frostbite make a second call for the pack. If he was calling after Fortune, then he imagined that they needed more hunters. Very well, he would go.

Dragging himself to his paws, he stepped out of his den and blinked the sun from his eyes. His coat was shaggy, frame much too skinny then it should be for someone his size, but he didn't want to keep being a disappointment to everyone. He made his way to where the others were gathered, their healthier and bulkier frames coming into view. Translucent green eyes swept over the trio, gaze coming to rest on Fortune for a moment. Though his gaze was dull, it was as if he almost dared her to try and send him away. Just so he could emphasize how badly he wanted to help them.