PLEASURE IN THE PROCESS

A hunt was underway, and Ripper was eager to...well...rip apart their target! He glanced at his brother Grim with barely contained excitement and glee, practically wanting to run out of his skin already to start chasing down their quarry. But...the issue with that was he didn't know what they were hunting yet. One of the newer members was leading the hunt, though the young male paid no mind to her air of confidence as such things were lost on him, up and over his head. The only one he cared to respect was Mother Medusa until, maybe, others earned that spot too. He trounced along with the group, bi-colored gaze searching and nose twitching as he tried to pick out a scent among the pack wolves.

They would arrived at Emerald Valley, a cacophony of scents wafting around him. Breaking off slightly from the group with Grim in tow, he saw some weird tracks and boy did they look deep! Whatever it was appeared to be big and heavy. Musky smelling even. Its strong stench lingering in the air. "Ooh! Ooh! Ripper found something!" He nearly shouted, excited that he had found the tracks of whatever beast they belonged to.