It's gonna be a grand old time!

It'd been awhile since Kiela had participated in a proper hunt. While she was accustomed to making due on her own - from tracking smaller rodents and the carcasses of prey animals that hadn't made it through the harsh winter - the prospect of a group hunt had her heart racing. Or maybe that was just the brisk pace she'd kept up as she trekked along the edge of the Polar Sound. She'd been here once before, and while navigating down the steep slope hadn't been too treacherous, trying to find her way back up proved quite the challenge. Not one she was excited to replicate but she supposed she'd have to figure it out if the hunt led her that way. Picking up her pace, the oversized grey and russet-furred wolf made her way toward the group that had gathered.

She wasn't entire sure what they were hunting, but she had a feeling - based on her observation of the massive pawprints she'd stumbled upon just a few moons ago, as well as the size of the group up ahead - that it'd be an interesting hunt indeed. She had little idea what to expect but she did see a familiar face, and her gaze drifted briefly to Sev. That was something even more interesting; she wasn't sure she'd ever meet her again, but Kiela's curiosity had gotten the best of her. Though tempted to get her attention, her introverted nature won out and she stood near the back of the group. She was uncomfortable in group settings in general and was context to lay low in the background and wait for whatever might be needed of her. All she knew was that, whatever happened, this was about to be fun.