Ulfang saw the events that transpired between his pack and the loner wolf. He didn't really have know what to say, so his best course of action was to remain silent unless asked for his opinion. He lay down upon the soft grass, enjoying the songs of the birds. This newcomer looked suspicious and he would keep his eyes upon him, but for now he would wait for Ruka to give the word for the hunt.

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Gron's snout was up in the air sniffing away. He smelt something dead, an elk perhaps? A free meal was always a treat, as it meant he didn't have to use his own energy to hunt. He started off, taking great strides and eventually, from behind a large a thicket of grass, he saw a carcass being eaten by a what he presumed to be a mother wolf and her pup. He could not help but put on a devilish grin as he looked at the dead elk, so much meat for one wolf and her scraggly pup. He stepped forward out of the grass, his red eyes gleaming in the sunlight. He started to let out a menacing growl as his hairs on the back of his neck stood up, for the elk would be his.