last minute preparations

Benson could shake at the idea of a hunt. He was a nervous child by nature but he was used to a pack setting more than the others. He clumsily followed the sound of Wrens howl. The scent trails smelled nice filling his senses as he stopped his body lower to the ground.

"m-miss wren good morning." his tail wagged happily. "I -Id like to h-help with the hunt." Benson hoped Beau had told wren about him. It would suck to embarass himself in front of the guilds alpha. He loved hunting though. It helped him escape his anxiety.