Was that call serious, a hunt? Star had had a couple drinks and was feeling pretty good but a bit light-headed. Maybe hunting in their condition was a bad idea. Pffft! No way, it was an awesome idea! Stjarna stood and trotted over toward the pretty lady that had called for a hunt. "I'll join you, you can call me Star. What are we hunting?" Hopefully, it would be something bit, tender and juicy. After all, there were a lot of mouths here to feed. Near as he could tell not many other wolves had brought themselves dinner and all Star had eaten was a rabbit. It was a good and fat rabbit but alcohol had a tendency to make one hungry, at least in Stjarna's opinion. With an appetite rearing to go, they were getting anxious to start. If the prey was elk though they'd need a few more wolves to join the hunt.
