A pack event wasn't really something that thrilled Saga. Some seemed entertained by the thought of this game, and she watched silently as the wolves began to fight over the object offered by Rune. It seemed a bit stupid in her serious mind, and with wary eyes she watched her packmates begin to chase one another into the distance.
For a moment she considered leaving, but she remembered a comment Eirik had made about her expert stealthiness; and she remembered telling him, too, that she ought to participate more. So with quiet paws she would begin to trail after the wolves that had begun to play this strange game. After a long moment of stalking, of hiding in the underbrush, she would strike out, hoping to catch them by surprise -- snagging the rope quickly from Kismet and beginning to sprint off quickly in the other direction.
