Armada Expansion: Hunting

"Grimoire, can you come with me?" He nodded quietly as he waited to hear what he would be doing. He had joined not too long ago, so the two other males that were here were still complete strangers to him. He only knew their names because Wren had just spoken to them, other than that, he was a stranger among strangers. He observed them quietly, and so far, Kotori's arrogance rubbed the young Ancora the wrong way. Who the fuck cared what his name was? It wouldn't mean shit in the end. Arrogance would be that guy's downfall in the future, no doubt. And he hoped this pack wouldn't make him regret leaving his old life behind. If the rest of the Armada was anything like Kotori, then perhaps he had read Sirius wrong...but he hoped not. Shaking off the thoughts, for now, he followed Wren into position.

He watched the ox for a few moments before Wren gave the signal to move, and without hesitation, Grimoire slipped into action. He chased after the ox, snapping at its heels and the outside of its leg, his teeth scoring a cut or two so as to further confuse the ox as it wouldn't be able to focus on all four of them at once. It was rare that he got to hunt such large game, but the few opportunities he had been able to with other loners, he had learned a lot in how to handle the larger beasts. Driving it towards the water would be the better bet...but he said nothing. Wren was leading, after all. He was just the new kid on the block.