04-25-2008, 08:58 PM
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It was the call the young hybrid had been dreading ever since his return to pack life. A hunt. One of his biggest fears had been that he suddenly wouldn't be able to provide for his family in one way or another, a fear that had only grown since the loss of his leg. What good would he be in a hunt? Would he just slow them down if he tried to help out? His ears folded slowly back against his head at the sound of his mate's call, suddenly unsure. What if he messed up and caused them to fail the hunt? He hated the idea of being unable to do normals things, such as hunt, because it made him feel as if he were disabled. What kind of leader would he be if he didn't show up for the call to hunt though? Especially one from his own mate. When they had decided to establish a pack it meant that they were taking on the bad and the good, a full plate of responsibilities. Making sure the pack was fed was one of the responsibilities, one that he knew he couldn't ignore. Finally, after a moment to gather himself, the young leader turned and started off toward the direction of the call. He didn't run, an attempt to conserve energy, but he made it to where his mate was in a timely fashion. "Hey." He said quietly as he approached her, giving a swift wag of his tail along with his greeting. Conri offered a soft nuzzle, a quiet smile, trying to hide the uncertainty in his eyes. |