heed the call

His first pack hunt. Grimoire heeded the call and made his way swiftly. He was still new here and had yet to meet anyone other than Sirius. It was...strange...being surrounded by strangers now. Though he mostly stayed around his den in the caverns and went out to hunt alone, he hadn't exactly tried to be social just yet. He had been living alone for nearly his whole life after his parents died. Living as a hermit in the caves near the cove. Well, up until the bear had chased him out.

Now it was his turn to chase something down. The hunt was for a moose, and Grimoire couldn't deny the fact he was secretly excited to hunt something so big. Hopefully. He knew hunting down a moose was a big task, definitely more than what two or three wolves could handle. And judging by all the scents within Armada's territory, there should be plenty of members to help.

Approaching the location where he heard the call, his paws crunched in the snow, though he said nothing as he spotted the two wolves there. He flicked an ear to acknowledge them, though having lived a life without much social interaction, he found it difficult to start up any small talk.