PLEASURE IN THE PROCESS

Alexander was welcomed into the group, and his interest turned back to their quarry. Two groups, a set of distractors and heckles first, and then the attack force on the right. Alexander knew he wasn’t the fastest wolf, but his sabers had helped aid him in hunts before by crippling prey. Though as thick as a hippo was, could he even cut through the fat? Curious to try Alexander waited with the other group, alongside the cream and ivory fae. His fur raised, jaws slightly parted as he waited for the leader of the hunting party to signal the attack. His body was ready to tear off at a moment’s notice and slam into the beast. One way or another it was coming down!

"Speech," 'Thought.'