Tusked Tumble [Valhalla Elephant Hunt]

A raven.... a glowing raven?... flew overhead, cawing out a message. A wolf unknown to Seumas - although who wasn't unknown to Seumas in these lands? - was calling a hunt. And not just any hunt, but an elephant. He had only heard tales of the beasts - inconceivably large, with thick grey skin and razor sharp tusks. To take on such and animal would take a horde, and a brave one at that. The male paused. A moon ago he would most likely have declined the call. However, his hunts since leaving the North had left him more muscled and well-fed than he had been since leaving his pack of birth. He felt strong. He could help these brave wolves, even just so his aid may prevent others from getting hurt by too few in the hunting party.

It didn't take him long until the hunting party came into view. There seemed to a main group of hunters prepared with equipment, and off to the side, out of potential harms way he estimated was a healer. A healer, he recognised in fact. Legacy, the small female he had met on that funny little island not long ago. It would make sense, then, that this hinting party was from the pack of Valhalla.
He passed by where Legacy stood, and offered her a smile and a nod, however he approached the main group first. Slowing to a stop a respectful distance away, Seumas dipped his head, and rumbled out, "I've come to offer my aid in your hunt, sirs. Seumas Cranak, at your service." Assuming they accepted his addition, he would wait and follow the lead of those in charge here.