Pay Up

Tate had been... lazy, and bored. The best combination obviously. He wasn't really doing his part for this 'new' pack they had joined and he was getting away with it! Or, at least for now. Though as that stir crazy brain went on he was thinking a hunt more for sport than food. Though maybe he could show off a little if he got something big or cool. Classic Tate.

He made his way up the mountain ridges of the maw and as he went further and further up the cliffs did he start to regret his decisions. It was freezing! The high cliffs hosted a strong breeze and the dormant snow was blistering into his face. The thought that he could slip off the mountain and fall into the snows beneath to never be found again... That was not even a thought in his mind. He stubbornly kept his paws moving forward.

Soon he would spot a couple sparse dall sheep ahead of him, the winds giving him the advantage from his scent and sounds because he certainly wasn't the most seasoned hunter. At all. He did stop in his tracks to think of a hunting plan. At least he was using his head in one way.

"Hotate"