moose it or lose it

He was out and about with Wylan, happily hitching a free ride on the yearling's shoulders while the other searched for herbs. He didn't really know much about herbs and so, was content to just sit where he was and watch the scenery go by around them. That was until he heard that call go up. He didn't know much about wolves, but he could piece together that it was some sort of summoning call. One that his wolf promptly answered and described as a summons to hunt. "Food! Krak! Krak! Ya, ya! Krakarak help wolves hunt!" He bobbed his head up and down excitedly. He knew exactly how to help his landbound companions with the hunt. "Prey not get away from Krakarak!" He promised. No matter how far it might run, they couldn't escape the eyes in the sky.

He kept a hold of the fur of Wylan's shoulders as he peered over the wolf's head expectantly at the other wolf when they neared. Four eyes. How strange! So many strange mutations in Armada! "Watcha got? Krak Krak?" The raven echoed excitedly.