Hey Caribou-bou, How About That Pick-I-Nic Basket

It'd been a long while since Kai had truly participated in a hunt, and he was eager to sink his teeth into something. Lately he'd been feeling a bit stir-crazy, despite the fact that he didn't spend all that much time staying in Winterfell's lands anyway, except occasionally. Coming and going was about as good as he could do, and it seemed Acere was content with that. Soon they'd be raiding anyway and hopefully he'd be one step closer to freedom. It was enough to allow himself to get distracted - and enough to find the scent of caribou to trail after. It was a small herd that he was currently following, and he'd caught a whiff of blood while following them, which made him hopeful that finding a good target wouldn't be difficult.

The scent of a couple other wolves caught his attention, and his interest was further piqued. How lucky was he, if they happened to be looking for a hunt as well? He could only hope. As much as Kai wished he could take down a caribou on his own, he knew that thought was too foolish, even for him. The scents became more distinct as he drew closer, belonging to a male and a female - and before long they drew closer, and Kai offered the both of them a faint grin. "You two happen to be after one of those caribou too?" Though he wasn't quite as traditional as he knew some of his family tended to be, he believed caribou were sacred enough that he'd be particular about this hunt; he hoped that they'd be respectful enough too.