A Tusky Morsel This way Comes [Hunt Meeting]

It was his day off, and the First Guardian strolled lazily through the plains, until a loud call fell on his ears. His laziness fell away as he broke into a lope toward Ardyn’s call, ears up and alert. It was a call to a hunt, but this sounded big.

Once upon a time it was the entire pack that attended a hunt, at least once a month, but over time the job fell more to the dedicated hunters of the pack. If Ardyn was calling on the rest of the pack to lend a paw, he had something large in mind. It wasn’t the usual time of year for a hunt beyond the walls, but if there was a good opportunity, traditions could be edited.

He trotted to a stop at the base of the boulder, studying the young king with interest. Lyr was perched above in the oaks and Cairo could see the raven was thoroughly excited.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think