silver is the grip on the helping hand

Strai's scowl only grew in the face of his companions' delight. This hunt was already going terribly. They had caught the scent of the deer and tracked them through the mountain - only for their prey to catch sight of them before they could get into position. Now the hunt came down to determination and endurance. 


The pup's short legs did not lend him speed beside the full grown wolf, but he would never voice any discomfort. Besides, he knew this was a chance to increase his food stores. Having spent many days hungry, he was something of a hoarder when it came to food. He didn't know how much Bylgja would 'allow' him to take, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.


He hopped and jumped to get himself over a rocky section of terrain as they got closer to their prey. "We should--" he paused, struggling to keep his breathing even, relaxed. "Herd it towards the right, there's a sheer drop that will trap it"