Solaris || 5 Years || Male || Raven Pack Hunter || M: Mairea, Shiva, Arashi, Night (Ind), Willow (Ind)

Solaris’ ears loosen slightly at Night’s and Willow’s reply – both eased and simultaneously displeased with his reply. Sure, this meant that she wouldn’t be traveling alone while not feeling well (which truly buried his worries into the sediment of a river). But it also meant that they’d have to settle with a “work in progress” medic. He’d much prefer having a full fledged medic at his mate’s side. But, he’d take what he could get. For now.

With an annoyed huff, the large male light pressed into his wintery mate’s side – providing some amount of comfort if she decided to share his current emotions – he rested his head gently on top of her’s. He knew that she was unlikely to express them (as he often did so in her stead), but it’d at least still her inner thoughts and feelings.

His ear’s perk and flicker towards Night as he addresses Mairea once more, offering her the choice of staying in the medic’s den. A small nudge comes from Solaris at the suggestion – urging her to do just as he said. It’d be for the best, after all. However, his eyes shot back up the second he himself was addressed – his head lifting to show his full attention. His ears pin back slightly at the alpha’s statement before one quickly flicks up and swivels about.

The sun-touched male could feel his paws tingling at the prospect of hunting. The image of his paws pounding against the earth as he caught up to the rest of the patrol. Sinking his teeth in the armpit of the prey after his companions slow it down just enough for him to catch up…

But no. He had a mate to care for, at the moment. One that wasn’t particularly feeling well. But he could also bring a little treat back for her… A favorite, perhaps?

Fiery eyes look after the departing group, mind still swirling with the options given to him. Stay behind and be with his favorite albester female? Or go and hunt, to support the pack and possibly bring something back for said female? His ears constantly move as he thoughts sort themselves out – his head angled down and eyes focusing on the ground beneath his paws.

Finally, with a slow release of air, the sun bleached hunter lifts his head and gaze towards where the group had departed. They were a ways out now, but he’d have no issue finding them. Even in the slow falling snow that just began to enter the scene.

Padding forth, he signals to Mairea with his head over his shoulder of his choice. His tail swishes behind him as well, motioning her to head inside and out of the rising cold. Without another unspoken word, he takes off at a canter – head slightly raised so as to catch the scents of the others.

It didn’t take long for him to find two of the patrol members, their coats carrying a small blanket of snow that gradually melted from their natural heat. One was that hunter from earlier who had been in the middle of the camp. She, like him, was a mostly white wolf. Though, where he had fiery creams, she had silvers scattered across her pelt. The other – another female – carried a black and brown coat with some silver brindle mixed in between. She seemed to be rather muscular as well. Not as much as him, of course, but it was still something. The two seemed to be conversing about something, but he couldn’t care less about what it was.

Announcing his presence with a low, rumblybark, Solaris trots over to the two ladies and moves to walk in stride with them – keeping pace with the one at the front. His eyes remained focused on the path head, even if part of his mind rested back in camp. He cared not about whatever greetings he received from the two, only offering a neutral growl in response. All he did care about (in the present situation) was finding something to hunt.

Brute l Male l Beta l Raven l M: Night and Willow

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Brute noticed both Willow and Night behind him, as he stalked tue deer. His ears perked, listened for any movements of his prey in front of it. The deer's smell was so strong now, it almost overwhelmed him. One paw in front of the other, he inched closer and closer to the deer, he rose his tail in the air, signaling to inch closer, and they he was ready to attack. Once he was within a few feet of the deer, he lowered his tail quickly and took off at insane speed towards the deer. The doe's head rose quickly in yhe brush, but it was too late, Brute tigjtened his hind legs and released, jumpingjumping onto the doe's back. He dug in with his claws and attenpted to drag her down, and awaiting for his packmates to move in and help.

Quilo || 3 Years, 5 Months || Male || Strays United Guard || M: Temari, Loki (Ind), Harry (Ind)

Quilo continued to start as Temari pranced around in a circle, eyes wide and glowing. His mouth was slightly parted with an amazed expression, mesmerized by the small white flakes making their way down from the cloudy heavens above. It wasn’t until he noticed Temari’s rapidly spinning motion from the bottom of his gaze – leveling his gaze down to her form – that he changed up his own tune of things.

Immediately, he joined in on the fun, attempting to grab any nearby snowflakes that fluttered down towards him. His motions did not take him in circles – being without pattern or consistent trail. But they did manage to take him in around his new companion. Albeit, in incoherent shapes. Maybe even mashes of them. The slanted side of a square with a trapezoid’s bottom here. A quarter of a circle and the edges of a star there. Others just squiggles that could never be deciphered, both due to the sheer randomness of their making as well as the lack of trails.

Throughout this whole “endeavor,” the enthusiastic pup’s tail kept a-wagging. A blur of white and black it was, yet oddly in time with the other husky’s own. A couple of jumps here and there in a mostly vain attempt to snatch those still-fall-flakes that he was too impatient to wait for. With each jump, his jaws snap shut – releasing an audible noise that only those close to him could hear. The occasional joyous laugh sounded from him as well as light panting.

Eventually, the black and white canine lands himself back into his original spot where the bright female now faced. His eyes stayed on the sky for a few seconds afterwards, but they quickly shifted to her after noticing where her attention was now held. Her infectious smile wormed its way onto his face, blue eyes shining warmly despite their chilling hue. His tail had not taken itself down a notch upon stopping, remaining an almost rhythmic blur behind him.

The male’s ears perk up at her words which cause his smile to quickly turn into a wide grin, “Yeah, you’re right! Comeon! Let’s find someone to help.”

Without another thought, the young guard rushes forth at a brisk trot. His icy blue orbs, scan the clearing – peeled and attentive for any movement or shift in the environment. The only movement he spies, however, are the fleeing forms of Loki and… that other guard. They seemed to be heading down towards the river again for some unknown purpose.

Setting course, he trots over to the spot the two canines last resided in – looking after their fading forms as they trotted off into the distance. Swiveling his ears about, he turns to look around camp. Not many seemed to have still remained in the area, as far as he could tell, leaving the camp mostly barren. Humming in though, Quilo turns back to Temari (who he presumed was likely to have followed him) to speak.

“Doesn’t seem like there’s many in the camp right now. The main two I saw just left towards the river. We could follow them, if you’d like. Or we could stay here and simply guard the camp? What do you think?”