Mmm... How About Lambchops?

Tinaro could have taken some responsibility upon his shoulders and decide to lead his group's hunt, in fact, he was probably the first in his group to realise that their hunt needed to commence. However, the problem was that he didn't know how to lead a hunt, and it certainly wasn't just a matter of improvising as it carried on. As well as that, he lacked experience in the actual hunting itself, let alone organising one. He felt a little guilty for not showing leadership skills towards the wolves of other packs, but he still followed the call belonging to one of the members of his group. His paws carried him away from the blossoming nook's expanse, which was understandable seeing as the area was getting a little crowded. To ensure their own hunt was as successful as it could be, it was best if they chose a quieter spot away from the loud excitement.

The Abaven yearling was the last to arrive, although he hoped he had not kept the rest of the group waiting for too long. "Sorry if I'm late." he mumbled at a volume audible for their ears to hear before taking a hesitant seat among the gathered wolves. He cast a quick glance over the others, noticing that his group was built with wolves of different heights and age. Tinaro seemed to be the youngest, however, he wasn't the smallest. Despite his age, he planned to act mature among his hunting group, just so he wouldn't be deemed useless or immature.