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The snow crunched softly underneath his dark paws as his nose hovered over the frozen ground, following the trail of a hare. It was finally spring but the cold weather still did not want to release its grasp on the land, luckily his winter fur still clung to his pelt and did not shed like it normally would have with warmer weather. Prey was still having a hard time and was sparse so Drachen decided to stay within Valhalla indefinitely with the Spirit's blessing to help hunt and patrol the borders. He did not mind at all and enjoyed his life here and with each passing day, the plains were becoming more like home to him. He was about to close in on the hare he had been tracking when a howl called out, asking for a hunting partner and Drachen came to a stop and perked his dark ears. He did not recognize the voice but he was always game for a hunt so the Vaekhal male abandoned the hare's trail and made his way swiftly towards the fading howl.

A older male stood by a den and by the way the male was seemingly waiting for someone, Drachen assumed that this was the one who called for a hunt. His long dark legs carried him up to the other male and Drachen dipped his dark face in greeting. "Hello, I'm Drachen. You looking for a hunting partner?" His hushed tones left his tan lips in a foggy breath from the cold. There was a faint hint of bison on the male's pelt and Drachen assumed that they would be their target. It was a bold choice, especially if it was just the two of them but Drachen was up for the challenge. He wouldn't mind adding a bison pelt to his den to help keep it warm with the savage cold still clinging to the land, maybe one day soon he would even make a cloak or leather armor from one. But for now, the pack needed meat to fill their bellies and that just what Drachen intended to do.