a laughing matter

Lynvarr travelled southward from his home in Waterfall Peak down to the grasslands of the west, seeking new prey to experience. Summer still allowed for good travel even if it was getting hot. Along the way he'd run into, well, what he thought was a man but apparently this one didn't always identify as such. It was more of a headache than he cared to deal with so he just went along with it. The other wolf was a hunting enthusiast so he figured together they could take down some decent game and both feed well.

They'd worked their way further into the territory when the sound of hyena's caught his attention. He wrinkled his nose and would have turned to leave if he hadn't recognized another scent. The many he'd fought several predators with. After a quick conversation with Stjarna he raced toward the source of the scent only to find the other man surrounded. Lynvarr dove in without a second thought, seizing a large male hyena by the back of it's left leg and hauling it backwards, as it twisted around to bite at him he crunched down sharply on its nose, sending it whimpering and yowling.