The clouds were swarming the sky, but it didn’t smell like rain, the muddy grounds around him was a sign that spring was here and it was not the perfect day to be out and about, but he was getting hungry and with the rain they had been getting off and on; their hunting probably had hurt from it, he wouldn’t really hunt in the rain unless absolutely necessary. He hadn’t heard a howl for a pack hunt for a while the first one he’d ever heard, but he understood exactly what it was, he was busy for that particular hunt, but now he wasn’t but he hadn’t heard one. He hoped he had some kind of authority to do a hunting howl, and knowing the pack they would be hungry. He’d given the chick to Orin telling her that it had best be alive and pinkless when he got home. Then headed out to the front of the hotel, figuring it was a good gathering spot.
He shifted first, feeling he’d get his howl to go further if he did. And to save for any questions as to how they would be hunting, Tipping his head back, he howled a song, the beautiful song of the hunt. He waited and howled it again. Then sat, wagging his tail in hopes that there would be at least a few turn outs, and he wouldn’t’ have to hunt alone.
