Autumnal Bounty [Valhalla Pack Hunt]

His encounter with the Valhallan alpha had been very much on his mind lately, troubling him. He had never been made for wandering, not really. Oh he loved to travel around the lands he had grown up in, and visiting the lands outside his family's territory, but he had always come home. It was a constant. Now he had no home. He didnt blame his brother - it was the right thing for him to do, to leave so that his twin could rule without the confusion and malcontent that he would cause simply by being there. But it felt uncomfortable to have nowhere to put down his roots, to stop drifting. Yet to choose to give his loyalty to the first pack he encountered in these lands seemed foolish. But was not one pack as food as another, in the long run? If it were not ideal, he could help them change, or he could leave, or he could learn to accept the way it was. Spirits knew he didn't always agree with his father's policies and he had been happy there. But he had held himself back from giving his loyalty to Valhalla and Aurielle though he longed for the comfort of a home, because it seemed the more logical thing to do.

Now he was surprised to hear her howl brush his attention, and he stopped to listen. She called a pack hunt for Valhalla - no, not a pack hunt, he realized with curiosity. She called for her pack, yes, but she called for her allies and rogues to join them. He wondered at that. Was it generosity or necessity that drove the invitation? Either way he found himself pulled to answer the call. If nothing else he would help provide a meal for them all, and he could learn more about this pack that had built walls like humans and whose alpha spoke his birth tongue so fluently.

He came into the group with a casual disregard for the fact that they were all strangers, and cast a curious glance and a friendly smile around at them all. Others may have seen a rather poor group - only Aurielle, one other Valhallan female and a male from another pack at full maturity and the others both yearlings, one long legged and taller than him but still gangly with youth, the other a petite, slim little girl - but he saw potential, the connections between them and the possibilities. "Dia duit, Aurielle," he rumbled, and dipped his head in greeting to those he didn't yet know. "Good morning, everyone. A fine day for a hunt."