Despite his talk with his Aunt Natalya, joined by his younger brother, Hephaestus still didn't feel like he did enough for his pack. He'd tried hunting but the young adult was still growing into his body and was clumsy and bumbling at the best of times so he wasn't exactly silent when he went crashing through the undergrowth in search of prey, nor was he lithe enough to easily give chase and catch them anyway. He was, however, immensely patient and imaginative so after a great deal of thought he'd begun ambushing prey instead, waiting for hours in a hidden position for something to come along that he could catch. He'd also begun walking the borders, something a bit new for the young wolf who unlike his siblings had done so little exploration in his early childhood. He couldn't really do anything if he found an intruder or a would-be member except maybe politely ask them to wait while he called for someone better suited to it, but at least he was an extra pair of eyes to keep an eye on things and his increasing bulk might give some intruders pause. Already at his young age he looked merely like a full adult rather than gangling as his yearling body should have appeared, speaking volumes of the bulk his frame would hold when he really was an adult.
It was the hunt today, that long wait for something to wander past him, that was interrupted by his Aunt Natalya calling for the pack. He stood from his hidden crouch readily enough, though he startled a hare that had hopped unseen almost within reach. After all, a pack meeting was doubtless more important than the hunt. He made his steady, less-than-stealthy way to where Aunt Nat had called from and dropped heavily to his haunches beside a stranger with pups to wait for the meeting to start.
