Persephone | Gold Pack | Sent away | Female | M: Aekiarros, Nightinggale, Sparrow hawk (indirect)

I run through the dark forest, even during the morning, the canapoy was so thick in this area that the forest seemed dark. Perfect way to blend in! I realise that Aekiarros probably went back to sleep. I roll my eyes and run silently. I smell something nearby... pheasant? I walk slowly towards smell, silently creeping up on my prey. I spot it, eating something in a clearing. HA! I've got you now! I pounce on it, killing it with my claws. I carry it in my mouth, bringing it back to the pack. They can hunt their own food. This fowl is mine. It's a really small one anyway. I eat it and bury the bones. I spot the Alpha with her mate. I roll my eyes and walk away. I dig up a bone from my bone pile, and take it over to the pack's prey hole. I dump it in then walk back to my rock. I lay down on the sunny spot and fall asleep once more.

He watched everything through slitted silver eyes, shaking out his frosty coat again and licking his mate's face. He almost unconsciously left his blind side to her as he examined the rest of the camp, trusting her completely. He wondered why everyone was acting so grumpy and annoyed right now, but shrugged it off. It was none of his business. He began eating the elk, his strong, sharp fangs sliding through the frosty meat easily. "Should I lead a hunt, my sweet?" He knew that there would probably be very little chance of prey actually being there, but he had to try. Especially since there were so many wolves, and such little food. He sat, carefully licking his pure white paws as he waited for her response steadily.

He shrugged it off like it was nothing, but on the inside he was scared. He didn't need Skylark mad at him. He got up abruptly, and padded out of camp. He headed towards the stream, wondering if there were any trout or anything that was scaly and good. His long tail wagged, and his sharp claws clicked against the stones as he slunk beautifully and gracefully through the woods. He was a very handsome wolf, and very beautiful, even though he did tease and tend to make himself look better than he actually was. His pretty blue-black ears pricked up as he heard a rustle in the bushes, but it was just wind. He sighed. He hated how little prey there was now.

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Luna casts a killing look at the sun, wishing Night would come once more. She of course respected the sun. She appreciated his warmth and light. But she thought it got way too much credit. Wouldn't anyone pay attention to the night? The crisp cool air, the way the moon filled them with energy and power? With a sigh so small she could hardly hear it herself, she turned around and adjusted the dead leaf in her fur. It had to stay there until mid meal. She wished she cpuld go hunting again, but the pack would notice her sneak off, and besides, she had already gone hunting this morning. The 2 rabbits had seemed to have magically appeared.

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Soooooo cold. WHY IS IT SO COLD? Sandstorm gave himself a giant shake. He was the last one up, but there was still plenty of prey. He pawed a thin squirel from the pile and began pulling off the fur. Alpha was with their mate. Ha! The Lucky guy! How couldn't someone so charming like him never manage manage to pull a female? He chomped the prey down and threw the bones into the woods. He approached Oriole. "Hey. You eaten yet?"

"Okay," he said, and nuzzled her one more time before getting up and padding over to Luna. He was careful to keep a neutral expression, just until he could get a read of the surly she-wolf. He wagged his tail though, just a tiny singular wag, and asked, "Would you like to come on a hunt?" He wondered who else to take, and spotting Sandstorm decided that he should probably get him too, especially as he hadn't seen Persephone. Luna was always thin, and grumpy, and that dead leaf she kept in her fur was quite strange, but now with the little food she had been called back to hunting. He knew that she didn't like it, but he didn't really care. His mate had made the decision, and he supported Night in everything.

Luna nodded. The moon truly had heard her. "Fine." She said briskly. "I'll meet you by the river." She turned quickly and padded down.

He nodded, then turned around to ask Sandstorm if he was coming. Maybe he should ask Night too? Hunting relieved stress sometimes. He would ask Sandstorm first though. He padded up to the sandy-colored wolf, sitting down again to ask, "Would you like to join me and Luna on a hunting trip?" He was confused by the sandy male's actions, however. He must still be sleepy; Oriole was the stuck-up juvenile in the Silver Pack. Oriole; that was a nice name for a snotty smart mouth. That wolf though, one thing was for sure and that was that he could insult anyone. Sparrowhawk would hate to face him in battle, he would probably endlessly torture whoever he fought just with words.

I walk up to Sparrowhawk. I was so bored and I had nothing to do. Might as well go hunting. I sneak up behind him and jump on him. "Hey Sparrow. Can I come?" I ask, startling him. Hunting seemed fun. And Sparrow had no choice but to say no! I was one of the most skilled hunters. haha! besides, be haven't hung out much recently. It would be nice to spend some time with him.

He jumped, instantly twisting and snarling fiercely, but relaxing when he realized that it was just Persephone. "Hello, Persephone. I was just looking for you, you can absolutely come." She was a fairly skilled hunter and fighter, although he still held the title of best in the pack. He wagged his tail, smiling at her, and added, "Luna is by the river. Meet her there, I'll catch up in a minute." He was still waiting for Sandstorm.