Allen?s gaze would shift to the leader of the hunt, Mirabelle, as she spoke of their strategy for the hunt. Not necessarily a bad idea, and it gave them all a chance to fully participate in the hunt. The male would dip his head as he spoke, his dark gaze shining a bit. ?I could participate well in the second group. I?ve done a bit of hunting in my time and could help those who are less experienced with it.? The male would say softly, turning his gaze to look at the rest who were gathered.
Really they were more unfamiliar faces, wolves that he had yet to come to know. But over time he was sure he would. There was honestly a sense of relief in being a pack wolf again, and Allen was sure that it was better for Hajime?s children as well. He had meant to sit and spend some time with them, to gather around and speak with them of days past and of the future. He didn?t want them to give up, or feel like they wouldn?t be wanted in this pack either. Time... It was a funny thing... And if there was one thing the calico male knew it was that things would always change, and there was little any wolf could do about it.
