[center][h2]Kinow[/h2]
[@Polaris North][@Nikki Moonlight][@oWhiteDiamondo][/center]
By the time the duo reached camp, dirt virtually coated the deer. Kinow dropped the carcass by the entrance, lifting his head to gaze around camp. A somber atmosphere hung heavy in the air, the grimness weaved with whispers of unease. The tension was so thick, Kinow could bite it. Angelwing perched on his rock, claws sinking into the stone. Below was Rymen, his strained but soothing words disonating with the mood. Kinow gave them a quick and shallow nod, his eyes flickering towards Robyn for a moment. Then, with his mouth set in a taut line, he slowly joined the rest of the pack.

Odd glances were sent his way, noses twitching as wolves around him caught the foreign stench clinging to his fur. He saw Rymen open his mouth as if to say something, then, thinking against it, closed it once more and focused his attention elsewhere. Kinow rubbed his forehead self consciously. The Moon's scent was as blatant as...well, the moon. She made sure of that thanks to her lick. Still, he raised his head, ignoring the growing murmurs and odd glances.