Better then Elmer Fudd

Now that he was officially home the male felt he needed to get his butt in gear. He still felt the need to prove to Torin that the past wouldn't repeat itself and that he would be a strong part of the pack. For now he was holding off on getting back in gear with hid fight training. With it being winter and the major fact of no solid good hunters within the pack, he was focusing his thoughts on hunting and providing for the pack. With a good amount of young ones he would need to keep the meals coming to ensure their survival. There was also a few older ones within the pack that would need decent meals to survive. He needed to track down some larger prey as well as taking smaller prey and he was determined that he would be successful today. He wouldn't go home empty handed.

Despite being in the middle of winter there was still plenty of prey around and he headed to a spot that his father had took him hunting before. The dance floor was one of the better hunting spots around since it had lush grass and a good water source. Even with the snow he knew the prey animals could dig in the light layer of snow for something to eat. The male moved along at a decent pace. His nose held close to the ground as he searched for scent and for tracks.

His silvery eyes would search the snow directly before him as he moved deeper into the dance floor of the gods.