OOC: sorry this took me so long ; ; stupid work
Oddly enough Shawchert was in the same mind frame, he wanted to get more than one hunt in himself today, possibly get a few rabbits before they learned better, maybe something bigger, but he doubted he’d get anything like that alone. He was in his lupis form, sniffing the ground, tracking a scent. His tail swayed back and forth when he caught a member’s scent instead of a prey’s scent, and he decided to follow it instead. Who knew? Maybe she wasn’t busy? He knew Lucia’s smell well enough, though her old pack’s scent had long faded by now, it was still easy for him to depict who was who. He found her near the old hunting lodge one of the members had originally found, he had seen their store of food for the winter… and he had to admit it was pathetic and they couldn’t live off of the meager meals that was suppose to keep them through winter.
Lucia!
He said, no doubt she had already seen him as she was quite alert, but he wasn’t sure if she was spotting for members of the pack or something else. It mattered little as he was still a little ways off in the distance to be offending at all.
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