Pack hunt time! Joining is of course optional! ^_^
Needless to say, Jefferson wasn't much of a hunter anymore. He could scrounge up the basics for Addison and himself, managed to teach her one thing or another about catching prey, but hadn't even managed the courage to teach her to kill. Regardless, the spring season was already far in bloom; the sun was shining pleasantly in the sky, hanging high above them as noontime approached. It had occurred to him that the pack was growing again, even if slowly and gradually, but despite their still small size, the Patriarch knew little of his underlings. A few he had met in passing, a few others he was not particularly fond of... but most of all, there were a few members who had been around for weeks that he'd hardly seen in action in the least.
Jefferson stood three-legged in the grass, for a moment raising his nose to the air to breathe in the enchanting scents that drifted along with the breeze. It was somewhat warm, good hunting weather. Since the weather was pleasant and the pack could use some practice and cooperation skills, why not test them with a pack hunt? Surely they could take down something big if they worked together... even if the limping cyclops himself wasn't of much use other than being the bystanding tactician and authority. His nose was raised to the wind again, releasing a long, inviting howl into the air. His stomach gurgled alongside, of course. The sound of his call was content, unwavering... somewhat unusual for the gimp, but perhaps it was just the weather.