OOC: This hunt is not mandatory, but brownie points are available in plethora for those interested! Let's try to keep this around a maximum of four or five packmembers. If more want to join in I'd gladly start another hunt for another group. Keep posting order flexible! If someone hasn't replied in a day or two, feel free to hop in to keep things moving.

With the onset of the rainy season, the landscape had begun to change. Where once greenery was withered, it was becoming now verdant and lush. Rainstorms, some brief and some persisting from sunrise to sunset, had become a daily part of Amon's routine. He didn't mind; they left the world around him smelling of earth and humus and new life. Prey would begin to flourish, the meat growing fat and rich, and new life would soon be born. It was an endless cycle, one Amon marveled to take part in. He breathed in deeply, allowing it's heady resonance to overtake his senses. For now, they would hunt. He sent forth a howl to any who might hear him. Their territory was a source of immense pride in Amon. It catered to their every need and want, and as such Amon turned himself to it's southwestern coast. Their lands rand to the coast here, and the tail end of the Cattail Creek spilled out into a broad delta and floodplain. While the grassland had been rejuvenated from a dull tawny to vibrant emerald green. He was certain that it would be ripe with potential prey. He knew both antelopes and wild hogs chose to frequent these marshes, plains, and wallows, along with a score of game birds and waterfowl. The shadowy titan lurked on the outskirts of the plains, waiting for any interested parties to arrive so that they could formulate a plan. "Talk" "You" Think

Apollo had been spending a great deal of time in patrols acquainting himself with these new territories of theirs. He had not yet made his way over to this coast in exploration before Amon had led them north, so it was all new to him. He was also, as he hoped the others of the family were, engaged in aggressively marking the new territories to make the warning signs clear and distinct to anyone wandering nearby. No weak markers to indicate a brand new pack that might have been struggling to get their paws under them, no. The Risen Empire would have the strong, obvious borders of a pack many seasons more established than it really was.

But he had been entrusted by his brother with a high enough rank that he could not continue to sit idly walking and marking borders. He would need to see about beginning to recruit others into the pack, among them strong and obedient mortals as well as the wide-reaching core that had been built of the Abraxas bloodline. Gaios the elder had spread his seed entirely too well, and many of the outlier litters were not as well grounded in training and attitude as Apollo would expect. Perhaps having mortals who showed potential fighting and training beside them would shame and encourage the Abraxas to live up to their own potential instead of indulging in sloth and decadence. The core family would slowly start to disperse again anyway, as Amon's plans for conquest moved forward and more packs were formed of their blood.

These thoughts were very much on the lieutenant's mind as he patrolled, only to be set aside as Amon's howl rang through the lands seeking wolves to hunt beside him. Hunting was neither Apollo's primary duty nor his best skill, but he was proficient enough and there were few enough hunters that he knew he could be of use here. So he turned with precision from his patrol - knowing that others were already on the borders and they would not be unprotected - and cut across the land through the sycamores. "Greetings, Amon," he rumbled, stepping out beside his darker brother to survey the land as the alpha was. Anything more than the simple respectful greeting would have been simply stating the obvious, any questions asked equally obvious or would surely be answered shortly, so the phantom was content to simply stand vigilantly.

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Water shivered around her paws as Pyralis stalked through a puddle, making a beeline for the creek so she could get a nice cool drink. The days were cooling off but all the same it felt like there was a lingering heat to the air courtesy of the humidity. She was enjoying a blessed break from the rain when a call rang out. She recognized it immediately as Amon calling together a hunting party. She knew it wasn't going to be bison but all the same she headed straight toward the source of the call. Pyralis was a fair hunter. Average by anyone's standards but nothing in the call seemed to indicate that it was for the more talented hunters and so she arrived.

Stepping into the midsts of Amon and Apollow she grinned at her brother. "Oh, this is a fine idea. What's on the menu, brother?"

My Cathedral Is The Badlands

Apollo and Pyralis were quick to answer Amon's call. His brother appeared to be in fine form, stoic reflective as he always was. Pyralis was a bit more vivacious, but that was hardly anything new. Amon smiled and nodded at them both. While the titanic shadow cared deeply for all of his family members, his full siblings were particularly precious to him and Amon was pleased both had decided to join him. He rolled his shoulders and turned his attention back to the verdant spillway. "I was hoping to find a young deer, or perhaps some waterfowl. Anamalech will be unable to hunt as often with the newest litter, so I had planned to bring a few birds back regardless." An idea came to him, and so with a spark in his eye Amon turned his gaze back to his siblings. "I don't suppose either of you would be interested in a friendly competition?" An uncharacteristic grin wormed it's way onto his face, breaking the mask of reservation Amon typically fought to maintain. Oh well, it wasn't as if these two had never seen him lacking composure, so without the presence of others Amon decided there was no harm. "I'd say whoever catches the most birds gets to name their prize. Thoughts?" Amon thought it likely they would agree, even if just for the hell of it. It wasn't often they were able to spend quantities of time on the same task, so why not make the mosts of it? "Talk" "You" Think