You Know, Back in St. Olaf... [Pack Hunt]

Gwen glanced up with interest when Brandr's call rang out through Celestial's territory. Oh good, a hunt. She wasn't a hunter in particular, though of course she was good enough to get by, so a pack hunt would be a good time to brush up on that, and of course it went without saying that everyone would benefit from the team-building that went with it. With a stern word to her children to stay away from the hunters, and leaving her cat friend to watch to make sure that they obeyed, she set out to answer Brandr's call. She was surprised to see that only Brandr was there when she arrived, but given the pack's recent circumstances perhaps that was to be expected. Aurielle seemed to keep to herself quite a lot, and the rest of the pack seemed to take that as an excuse to be distant from one another as well. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Regulus' mate and son again, or Regulus for that matter. Gwen sighed and wrinkled her nose. What was she going to do if this inactivity kept up? What could she even do? When it came down to it, she wasn't alpha. It was up to Aurielle to bring the pack together. If Gwen constantly did so for her, she would never be able to make do without Gwen, and would never really be able to lead. Still, it troubled her to see the pack's morale so low, and Gwen knew she would have to try to do something about it eventually. She mustered a smile for Brandr as she approached him. "What were you thinking of going for today?" she inquired. Purely out of curiosity, and to pass the time until the rest of the pack got there, not out of any need to quiz him.