Sounds Like A Banshee in a Beartrap! [Pack Hunt]

The wolf with the bicolored eyes was quick to cut to the chase, something he was grateful for. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could go back to what he was doing. Hopefully he’d pull through and not make an idiot of himself, but only time could tell.

He followed after his siblings, cousin and their packmate, who introduced themselves as Stjarna, dutifully, ever the silent knight in a sea of chatty kathies. They told them of the plan once they’d reached the designated area. As they'd described, the scent of blood was only growing heavier in the air and the sound of clacking horns could be heard. Their gaze was turned toward the bull they'd indicated, limping on an unsteady leg. He’d clearly been bested by a younger, more agile bull, as was the way of nature. It weeded out the weak, and for a moment he wondered if that would include him.

He pushed the thoughts away for the time being, knowing they would only hinder him. The boy could ponder on his situation later. At that moment, he had a responsibility as a child to the Empress and Shogun to help put food in the bellies of their packmates. He was a bit perturbed to the thought of chasing after the bull, as he wasn’t quite as fast or agile as his lighter siblings, but he would do his best. As they took off, so did he, chasing after their food.