We're Gonna Catch Us a Sea Vampire

The start of cold weather had Gryphon wanting to simply curl up in his den and sleep for the next two seasons. He'd always found the cold terribly uncomfortable with his thin coat, and that hadn't improved with age. Since hibernating wasn't an option, then, he found it some relief to hear another of the pack wolves calling for hunters. A hunt would be a welcome distraction from the chill.

Green eyes widened, and a brow cocked upward when he saw the prey the black and white male was watching, though. A walrus? Even when he'd lived up here in Avalon's pack he hadn't seen someone go after those. Hunching his shoulders against the chill he eyed the other male. "You sure that's what you want to go for?" he muttered out loud, low enough to not carry to the big bull. "Not going to be the safest meal. Good blubber though."