One Fist of Iron, One Fist of Steel

Things were getting pretty drab in the pack. No raids. Not much fun. He hadn't seen his sister in a while again, but he supposed that was nothing new. So he took off to go find some food to try and cure some boredom. Not that eating cured it, but the hunt itself usually held him off until he got bored again. The Saxe Male traveled towards the southeast where he eventually found the trail of deer, and when he noticed the tracks he decided to follow. He had been practicing his fighting, not so much his tracking. Killing his prey was the easy part, but finding them to bring em down was not quite his forte just yet.

The large Male followed the tracks further across the prairie, and eventually he found he wasn't the only one tracking the herd. He squinted at the ground when he noticed the other wolf tracks, and realizes that they must have been tracking the same herd. Well, he couldn't consider that a bad thing right? Taking down a deer with someone else would be helpful, so he carefully continued on until he heard a screech in the sky up ahead. Pale silver eyes caught sight of a bird flying over the herd, and when he approached he saw the other wolf. He quietly made his way towards him and uttered a low bark to alert him of his approach and to tell him he wasn't about to try a sneak attack or something.

"What's up? You lookin to hunt one of those deer over there?" His voice sounded a little hopeful. Maybe this guy could prove to be useful if he was here to hunt them, too.

WC: 286