Tattered flags unfurled

It seemed their gathering would end with the appearance of his nephew Sorrel, though he'd barely noticed the boy appear. His attentions would shift to his son, the tall boy's confidence was there but he lacked the experience to truly lead his pack in a hunt. He showed great promise though in simply calling his peers together. Though Frith hadn't expected him to hand over the lead so quickly Frith was not against helping out his son, though this would probably turn into more of a lesson than Aslan might have wanted.

Frith's smile was devious as he looked up at his boy, "I'll help you, but this is your hunt my son." His bicolored gaze would dance around the gathered wolves, the youngsters of the pack. This would be the first group hunt for most of them. "If you've not scouted anything out yet there's been a herd of goats lingering near the falls." He' watch Aslan carefully, but it didn't seem like he had planned that far in advance. "We'll want a runner or two to distract the rest of the herd while the rest of us wear down the target. Aslan I'll let you distribute tasks. Runners of the herd, and those that will actually be taking down the prey."