The game is something

The range proved to be very abundant in prey – a fine place to live. Nagendra was pleased to practice his hunting skills there. Perhaps he did not fight or spy or lead as some did, but he was proud to be able to provide, and here it was especially easy for him to do so. He had just finished snacking upon a plump rabbit in the shade of some trees when he noticed a tall, dark figure striding across the field some distance away. A brow arched curiously, and Nagendra’s ears perked as his muzzle lifted a little. Was it… Valentine? He thought so. With sudden fretfulness he would shift over and clean the blood from his muzzle and then give several thorough licks to his chest. Then, when deeming himself somewhat more presentable, he hopped up from the grass and walked out to meet Valentine. With a faint smirk at the ready, he would greet the other, ”Valentine. Very nice place you’ve got here.” Not mere flattery there, of course. He did really like it. Now though, he was very eager to delve more into the actual pack itself - to meet the members, to help out and perhaps even rise among the ranks. Nagendra never considered himself terribly power hungry, but the idea now seemed a bit more appealing.