It's some sort of pile[Pack Hunt]

*Lova* · 01-27-2014, 05:40 PM

ooc:; As per isar's orders, all broods and hunters are to participate. You have until February 3rd to post. Unless you've posted in the absence thread. Thus you risk demotion, or whatever Isar see's fit. Lova will be reporting those who don't show up.
The herd had been located, fuzzy lumps of fur who had found their place here since the storms ended. A perfect time to hold a pack hunt, to feed, to bond all the same. The russian lady would lead it of course because it was important. She loved getting to know others as well anyway, even if they grew to hate her. Lova the loyal dog of Glaciem a dame raised her head in a howl to summon the hunters and broods towards her. Gray fur blending in with the white snow along with her white fur with that. Her black tail wouldn't blend in but the woman had been born of the north. She had hunted large game in a pack before, and she would obviously do it again. Lowering her head she carried herself with dignity. They would sense fear, if she were to have any, in which she didn't.
With them downwind, it was easy to scent the prey the herd of caribou that was their target. It would feed the youths, the kings, the queens. Mainly their king and his children. As was their job, Lova also saw it as an opportunity to see those she had not met yet of the pack. Seeing as she was a dame she could not neglect them and abuse the position. She had seen her worth in the war, victory was sweet, as she would continue getting stronger. And she would support her pack to the end.

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