Get in my BELLY~! {IMP HUNT}

The call, coming in the midst of play-in-the-mud time, was a welcome relief to Cas, who had ended up coated with more mud than she'd have preferred to be - enough of it that much of her fur was spiked out in tan clumps rather than her usual ebony. Oh well. Chasing them back to the den, she admonished them to stay close to the den - after all, the call was for hunters, and a group of hunters meant prey much too large and dangerous for inexperienced youngsters - with a hint of bribery and with a final statement of "Angel's in charge" for after all the boy was big enough to sit on anyone who misbehaved, she took off at a lope to the range. Mercy was there, the first voice she'd heard calling, and Valen too, whose voice had been the one to lend authority to the call. She grinned at the young girl, who had been developing into quite the productive member of the pack now that Dione was gone, and let her eyes sweep over the group. Not a whole lot, though Daegmar had unsurprisingly shown up to represent the pack so far only one of the slaves had... oh hold on a moment. Her eyes lit on Rhythm, and her grin took a decidedly wicked turn. Look who'd decided to show up? Little Miss Sunshine herself.

"Hey, Daegmar," she greeted as she brushed against the mottled gray warrior, giving her a 'dude watch this' sort of wink as she moved confidently forward. "Mercy! Leading us on a hunt are you? What sort of excitement do you have for us? Hey Valen! The kids are back at the den, Angelus is in charge. I told them you'd come play in the mud with them sometime if they didn't leave the densite so they should be staying put." She sought to press her shoulder against Valen's in greeting - the mud that spiked her own fur had dried so hopefully would not transfer to his blue-gray pelt - before she flopped down next to him and Mercy... seemingly ignoring Rhythm and the other Destruction slave equally thoroughly, and peering up at Valen with a gaze that was absolutely, totally innocent of anything.