Hip-Hip, Hipporay!

Mitros was thoroughly enjoying his freedom as a loner, but the more time that passed since the dissolving of his family home, the lonelier he grew. Rather then stew over the negativity, the bright blue yearling had set his sights upon filling that empty void with success upon success, hard-earned chunks of meat, and trophies of horn, scale, and tooth. He saw the distant hippo as simply his next takedown, spotting it across the mangrove and then, the two wolves who observed it from the other side.

He made his way to the forming group, recognizing one of the individuals as he grew near, a woman he had shared multiple other hunts with over the spring. "Could you use a third? I've been eyeing that guy for a while." Settling in beside the group, he shifted his gaze out toward the hippo as it munched it's dinner in peace. "Can't be any harder then the giraffe was, right?" At least this one had vitals they could reach.