Saga watched in guarded silence as two other wolves joined the group. All of them here seemed about the same age, with settled her slightly frazzled nerves slightly. Still she was wary of the older brute here, the one with the dark fur and orange eyes, and she kept her eyes locked to him for a long moment as he spoke to her brother. She felt suddenly possessive, but her jaws would remain clamped firmly shut and her body eerily still as she waited for their grandfather to speak.
He introduced all of them to one another, and she put the few names that she hadn't known to memory, eying them without a sound. He quickly moved on to what they had been gathered her for: to hunt as a group. Perhaps this would be a good way to let out some of the inevitable frustration that had grown inside her. Their mother's disappearance had not been kind to Saga, but the feelings were best kept inside and away from public view.
'And ideas why a group hunt is so different and useful?' Dutiron i would ask the Drafts, and she would think for a moment before speaking aloud without abandon. "We can kill bigger things together than we can alone," she stated, her voice giving away how dreadfully obvious she thought the answer was, but perhaps it was not the answer he was looking for?
