(Insert Deer Pun Here)
12-06-2020, 05:43 PM
The scent of blood was always enough to get Hattori's attention. He trotted along at a brisk pace, startling a pair of rabbits as he went, his muzzle horizontal as he breathed in deep lungfuls of air. In and out, as he narrowed in on the scent of interest. All sorts of hoofprints crisscrossed ahead of him, meandering in all sorts of directions, but for the most part this place seemed to be frequented by deer. Of all different sorts and subspecies if his keen sense of smell was to be believed. The wind was blew strong that day, fortunately making his approach all the more easier as it blew behind him, driving his scent away from the deer's nostrils.
He came across the pup who had beaten him to the punch and was already hot on the trail. Given that they were from rival packs-maybe, Venom didn't seem to know what to think of Fireside- it was strange that they often hunted together, but Hattori tended not to take things so personally. He had no issue with Fireside and thus he saw no reason not to hunt with Úlfr, besides they'd already done so before so why stop now? Stepping up behind him, Hattori caught his eye and dipped his head in greeting. They seemed to take turns in leading the hunt and if he recalled correctly it was the Fireside wolf's turn.