Frith however wouldn't play fairly. As Author of the pack he had the most authority, it made sense for him to lead the hunt, especially given many here including the boy he'd just left in charge weren't capable of doing so. He got the feeling that ifs, buts and maybes wouldn't have helped him out much at all and simply had to hope his father would offer him lots of help on this mission that not seemed rather ridiculous if he was completely honest. It had seemed like a wonderful idea to get the pack together for a hunt up until the point they all looked to him expectantly.
That was one thing he hadn't thought to do, pay attention to what was nearby that they could hunt. Fortunately his father had been a little more observant, had recalled the herd of goats that had taken a liking to Threar's waterfall. Runners. Wolves that were quick and light on their feet perhaps? Well Sorrel and Félicien were the smallest ones here and that pairing would surely please the twins. It would also mean Frost would be kept close to Frith. "Sorrel and Félicien can be the runners then." He cast a glance out of the corner of his eye to his father, just to check for his confirmation on the assignments.
