Tattered flags unfurled

Frith wanted to hang back and watch the younger wolves and newer members of their pack show off their skills. Sorrel and Feli would make their way out, scouting first to find the herd as he and Aslan followed behind. He wished that Varda and Frost had been more eager to continue the hunt, and with a single look back at them he'd hope that they would redeem themselves in the actual hunt. He'd keep close to Aslan's side as they followed after the twins, and as they came in sight of the herd he would give no clues to his son.

For a long few moments Aslan would consider his options from the herd below, he could almost see the thoughts in his head formulating as he made his decision. Finally there was a decision, a one horned goat with his newly missing limb. Frith found himself grinning proudly as he nodded, yes that would be a perfect target. Now to wait for Sorrel and Feli to move out.