Yay socializing!
While Larkspur did not often take his lupus form these days, finding hands far more useful for working with his horse and keeping an eye on his kids. Now that they were old enough to explore they had been doing so much to their father’s aggravation, meaning the majority of his time was spent ensuring that they didn’t fall into small holes or get hurt. Today though, he had needed to hunt—the pups were now able to eat meat and this meant he had to bring in more food for the three hungry mouths.
It had been by chance he had caught the younger wolf’s scents as he had stalked the same herd. The boy was smart, and forcing the deer to move where he wanted. Larkspur admired this choice of tactics. While his education was sorely lacking, he was an instinctive creature and behaved as such. Group hunts, as summoned by the howl, would enforce this primal urge and result in a sizeable meal, one much heartier than the tough mountain goats that he had been hunting for so long.
Despite his size, the big wolf was surprisingly quiet. He found the assembled troupe and made his way towards them, identifying the lead by his scent. Scarred legs came to a halt as he motioned to the side of the herd. “Ah’ve been watchin’ them fer a bit. Two does ain’t walkin’ right,” he offered, focusing his orange eyes on the black wolf.
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