A Special Hunt

“Of course” he agreed easily. He tried to keep appraise of all the going-ons in his pack. He patrolled day and night, and kept his ear to the ground. He would certainly be remiss if he did not know what his own daughter got up to at night. “The Princess is a bloodthirsty little thing.” he said with fond amusement.

“There are Bisoin, deer, and other large game in the area. We’ll scout and decide from there” he explained easily, looking down at the smaller wolf. The walk from the Armada to the Prairie wasn’t terribly long. It took them through the Empress’s territory, and across a shallow stream. From there it was all across open grassy areas. He started to scout from there, keeping track of any scents he stumbled across. He was more of a fighter then a hunter, but he was forcing himself to learn to better his pack. “Do you have a preference in prey?” he asked the little slave that wished to be a hunter.