Tooth and Claw

The allure of a hunt, of learning more, to up his skill, drew the young pup forward. He did not know any of these wolves, but he was sure they would introduce themselves. His approach is quiet, near silent, as he takes his time. With his body low to the ground and vibrant mauve and violet eyes on the group before him. If they didn't sense his approach, surely that would be enough proof he was ready to assist. Determined and with far more patience than most pups, he creeps forward through the grass and brush. Slinking around the outside of the group until his eyes land on Azoula. Surprise masks over his expression as a gasp leaves him.

A big cat was to lead the hunt? Puppy-like attention span is soon switched over to the fact that it was not a mere wolf who would be leading the hunt today. Scurrying forward with his belly practically scraping the ground, he hovers low beside the rock Azoula perches upon. Craning his chin up to look at her, he gives her a smile as his tail sweeps across the ground in an eager wag. "May I attend as well?" Maelstrom inquires softly. If he were to be anything unlike his siblings, it was to be polite at least.

"Maelstrom"