Rush of Evening

*Wyndelin* · 09-27-2020, 01:09 PM

Wyndelin kept to the south during hunting trips, satisfying both his need to travel and his duties to his pack. This time however, he was hunting more to feed himself. He intended to bring some meat back to the pack but that would depend on the size of the prey he took down. He certainly wasn't above scavenging if the opportunity presented itself. Speaking of opportunity… Wyndelin smelled the air, brow furrowing at the smell of elk blood. Perhaps he was about to get lucky. Wyndelin stalked toward the source of the scent and when he arrived he spied Halla and two other wolves he wasn't familiar with. "May I join?"

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