It was long and low, masculine in tone and yet not the voice of his King. That brightened him, though he would have answered if it was indeed Jac that looked for his presence, but the idea that it was not made the male more eager at the prospect of a meal. He shifted quickly, falling to the four paws that he felt most comfortable in for such an occasion. He had thought about riding in on his roan mare, her merle coat blazing, her dark eyes wild with energy. But it was not his style, nor was he practiced in the art of hunting on horse back, or in his Optime form as the tribe member Asha had been. Instead the coy-wolf undressed slowly, laying his jeans and shirt over a branch and then fell to the ground.
Once four paws came the male fallowed the call, nose working, eyes searching. It took him time, but the run loosened his joints, eased his muscles into the beginnings of activity. An unknown amount of time passed, and Heath found the caller. They were not quiet, and his ear picked up the noise of their speech and the male entered the small circle, Vigilante, a female and a pup. The golden eyed hybrid gave a small nod, nothing much else for a greeting, and stood among them ready for any instruction that was to be given. He tested the air, wandering in silence where they would find what would soon be their meal. Hopefully. Never had he hunted with such an interesting and diverse group, normally hunting on his own. It was nice to have a change, and perhaps a small challenge. He glanced at the youngest of the group, and let a small smile come to his lips. It would be interesting.
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