Lets Fill Our Stomachs!

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 09:58 PM by Dayton.)

There were many new wolves here, or rather wolves that he had never met. Dayton was the new one in this crowd, as was Misha. He listened with a tender smile as she stammered out a greeting and retreated behind him. His tail curled around her, meant to be a comforting gesture. As for their introduction, he gave a short nod, confirming the fact that they were mates. Only recently had this wonderful thing occurred. It was a blessing, and the boy was still having trouble believing it.

He took in the greetings of each member, a friendly smile streaked confidently across his face. The wolves in Tortuga were so kind. "Hello, Qanik. It's a pleasure to see you again. As for the rest of you, I appreciate the nice greetings." After this short phrase, he stayed silent. The hunt was about to begin. The larger male moved his green eyes about as he started assigning tasks to everyone. It seemed he was the leader of this hunt, so Dayton readily turned his attention to him. This would be his chance to prove himself. His chance to earn a promotion. Excited energy bubbled inside the small male as he heard his name being spoken.

Dayton would be working alongside the leader of the hunt, on the left wing of the formation. One other wolf would be joining them... the girl known as Gossamir, with her pelt of grey and black. Her scent seemed familiar enough - he gave her a nod of acknowledgment. The male asked some of the younger members whether or not they would feel comfortable making the kill strike. He felt his ears perk at the opportunity.

"If none of you are partial to that task, I would be willing," the russet boy announced. "I'm quick and agile, so I'm sure I would be capable. However, it may be wise for me to work with a larger wolf to bring the prey down. My weight may not be enough." At this comment, Dayton gave a small smirk. Suddenly another voice entered the air from behind him. Misha was beginning to panic again.

Her words tumbled over each other. "No, I... I can't..." Dayton heard her whisper. Then she apologized quietly and hurried to hide behind a tree. His heart was torn. He wanted to go back and help Misha. If only she felt comfortable here. This was her home. He was here to help her. But this was crucial to his success. He needed to go on this hunt. So Dayton cast a wistful look at the lovely girl over his shoulder, sending her a smile of encouragement. "I'm sorry, love. I'll bring you a bite to eat when this is all over." He mouthed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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