Mammoth Mess [HUNT PREP FOR LONERS]

Artur had been traveling outside Boreas for some time now, and while he'd never... officially left Valhalla he was fairly certain that Aurielle had taken the hint and knew him to have parted ways with the pack permanently. He'd given some thought to starting a pack while he was away, but in the end he'd been drawn to return to Boreas, even if just for a time to check in on his sisters. He'd not yet made it to Valhalla's borders, hadn't yet even decided if he would bother making the trip there or if he'd seek them outside of the pack, when a strange call caught his attention. It was no wolf, that was for sure, and curiosity prompted him to follow to see what it was. The resulting sight confirmed that, while certainly wolflike, the caller was not a wolf, and he was cautiously intrigued by it. Though no less was he intrigued by a strange musky scent of some odd prey animal carried by the bitterly cold air from further north of them, and his gaze sharpened in interest. He nodded absently to the other wolves who'd gathered - actual wolves, and when the sight of his niece caught the corner of his eye he gave her a surprisingly warm smile, pride evident - and turned his sharp blue gaze on the not-wolf female. "You plan to hunt that creature?" he asked her, curiosity rather than skepticism in his voice. He was intrigued. "I presume you have a plan?" While an indifferent hunter himself, Artur was not going to pass up the chance to kill such an immense beast - he could feel in his chest the sounds it made even from this distance. To kill one would be a glorious achievement.