With the warmth of summer upon them, the beach was feeling less like a place he wanted to linger around. The heat mixed with the sea spray left in its wake, a mugginess that was near unbearable for him. With his thick northern coat inherited from his bloodline, Grimoire felt miserable. He had waited until twilight to spread across the sky. It was late in the evening, the sun dipping below the horizon as he gazed across the waters. The sea spray made his coat feel sticky and gross, and he knew he would need to take a bath. No way in hell would he be able to sleep feeling like this. Abandoning his position on the shore, he put his nose to the ground in search of something to hunt. The earthen male was feeling a bit hungry, but not enough to warrant hunting for himself. Might as well add to the pack stocks instead. He had a stew waiting in his den anyway. "Grimoire

Well he was officially back in Armada lands, he was slowly moving his life on from the deep hole in it, he'd finally moved himself out of the bar, that had always been his thing and frankly Malachai was happier further away from the general public that often milled about the market place. With that over and done with now he honestly just wanted to take a walk, shake the rust off his limbs. He had something he wanted to do and he needed to just move the fuck on so he could do what he had to do. Not that it would be easy of course but he'd always been good at just not having much emotion beyond his anger anyways so he had practice at least. His stomach was asking for a meal now though and what better way to get back into the groove than to hunt for himself? He'd made for the beach, honestly just expecting to catch some birds or something and then call it a night. But when he arrived he was frustrated to find that what few water fowl could be found were further out into the ocean than he was willing to swim, of course, sleeping further away from danger. The man growled, a low and soft sound, plodding along the beach hoping he'd spot something much easier and requiring less swimming. What he found instead was another wolf, he wasn't exactly social so he wasn't sure if he'd seen this other man much, he was ready to just call it and go take something from the stores when a tumbling of rocks and lowing caught his attention. Malachai stopped for a moment, head lifting, ears perked and his whole body alive. There! Hiding near one of the ridges of the col that extended closer to the beach was a young musk ox, the herds had probably moved down from the heights for the summer but this was hardly their usual grazing grounds, so this one had gotten separated from it's herd then? Malachai eyed it up, then took a few steps to catch up with the brown man to nudge him, jerking his head towards the ox, it was young enough that two wolves could probably take it down. He didn't even consider that the other man might now want to hunt right now. "Speech

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Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't been entirely focused on the task he had set for himself. The prey he was absentmindedly seeking had gone largely unnoticed for the time being, and he hadn't even heard or detected the approach of a packmate until the other guy was right up on him. Grim felt a nudge on him, and the touch jolted him out of his thoughts and brought him to focus. He looked to see who it was, and although the male's name was lost on him, he had seen him in passing before and vaguely recognized him as one of Armada's warriors. Wasn't this the guy that lost half his tail in the raid against the pirates? That must've sucked. And he was half glad that his own tail was naturally docked, but still. He could very well one day lose a body part of his own the next time. Although the touch and approach of Malachai was surprising, the stoic male showed no other surprise movements and instead, caught the silence of his packmate. A quick jerk of his head had Grim looking to see what Malachai was looking at, and his gaze laid on the young musk ox that was nearly hidden over the ridge. What was that doing here, and why was it alone? Had it gotten separated from its herd? Regardless of its potentially dire circumstances, Grim turned back to Mal and nodded. He supposed this would be today's prize. It would certainly feed them for a while. He didn't know if Mal wanted to plan before approaching, so he slowly began to stalk and kept one ear cocked towards him just in case he wanted to brief him on a plan of attack. Like him though, Grim wasn't one for many words. He kept to himself more often than not, but he could be a team player when he needed to be. "Grimoire

If the other man wanted a plan unfortunately he'd have to provide it himself, Malachai was more of a doer and less of a planner. It was simply good enough for him that it seemed he had a companion in the hunt. Might as well get going right? The other man swerved to one side of the ox and Malachai moved to the other, keeping himself apace with the other man so that neither of them spooked the calf earlier than the other was ready for. He could see it braying, ears flicking and clearly not particularly comfortable with being so deep into wolf country. That made this a tricky one to stalk since it was hyper aware, they'd probably have to give it a good chase at least. Malachai saw it's head stop, ears turned in his direction and he stopped mid step, casting mismatched gaze at the other man, maybe with its attention on him his pack mate could close that distance. "Speech

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This hunt would be a bit of a tricky one what with the calf aware of the two predators. But he was experienced enough in these sorts of things, and he blended in better than Malachai did. Malachai was silent much like himself, however, so he would rely on body language and instinct for this one. Something else he was better at than talking, of course. Ears stood at attention as the calf called for its herd, though regardless if they could hear it, they would not be arriving in time to save it. Grim drew closer, pausing every now and then whenever the calf looked his way, but it seemed that perhaps his horns were throwing it off, too. After all, what predator had horns that were like that of a prey animal? But once its attention returned to Malachai and stayed there, Grim took the opportunity to get closer. He raced in, body low to the ground and eyes locked on the young ox as it moved a bit, attention fully on his hunting partner. He carefully slunk around the rocks, using them to hide himself until he was within striking distance. Once close enough, Grim lunged forth, wrapping his teeth around a hind leg and effectively using his weight to unbalance it and drag the calf to the ground. "Grimoire

Malachai mostly kept his gaze on the calf, watching it watch him, he wanted to make sure that he was keeping an eye out for the calf bolting, but it seemed that his hunt partner was quick on the uptake and was closing the gap quickly, the calf seemed to notice too late, it's ears swivelling and body tensing to bolt but the smaller brown man's leap took him right to the hind leg. Malachai snapped into action, springing forwards to aid in bringing the calf to the ground, his jaws sought to grip the calf's throat, an easy enough grab now that it was turning to low and try to get at the attacker behind it. He pushed against the calf, using it's lack of balance and his own strength to topple it, repositioning his jaws to clamp down on the calf's windpipe, holding it until the twitching and fighting and hoarse lowing stopped. Malachai stepped back, tongue swiping at his now blood stained lips and he graced his pack mate with a small, bloody smile and a nod in recognition of the man's work and skill. He stepped back to let his companion stake a claim on a part of the calf before he would claim his own, whatever was left they could drag to the food storage, all in all, not too bad for a spur of the moment hunt.   "Speech

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