Once the dark male's thirst had been sufficiently quenched he turned away from the surface of the river and to the bustle of activity which took place on the opposite side. From where he stood on the rocks the focus of the pack's attention was not in view, so with a quick glance back to where they had all come from Hati bounded across the shallow waters and trotted towards the small group. Maksim was there, having been called by a pretty, blue-eyed creamy-white female whose name Hati had not yet learned, accompanied by a large brown male equally unknown.

The scent of the carcass which was already being devoured hit him like a tidal wave and within seconds the mute subordinate had joined them around the dead beast. Gladly he tore into it, bite by bite restoring his strength and comfort, tail hanging loose and content.

This was a time when he might have introduced himself to the strangers he dined with, but instead was forced to merely watch them, learn them, understand them without so much as knowing their names. It was so much a curse to have to rely on the alpha to introduce him to others and Hati would not be reduced to what would appear as a shy pup, looking up to Maksim with questioning eyes as if he couldn't decide anything for himself. So his eyes remained focused on the meat before him, bloodied paws holding the body down while he pulled with deadly teeth.

When the pack's song was sung, the sable furred girl lifted her weary gaze from the ground to take in the sight. Whether or not she wanted to be here, or wanted to be alive generally, this moment was a distinct one─the forging of a new pack and the founding of a future here. There was something kind of magical about it, even if she wasn't enchanted enough to participate. Her eyes cast once more to Cinder as she wondered what, if anything, her sorrowful sister thought of it.

But eventually the voices would fade, with them the notions of future and family and the Attaya trudged along with the others. Her mind was far from here, back to where it had been for the entirety of the group's journey, when the white coated female's shout caused a stir. Her ears perked forward and it took her just a second to realize what was going on. Keeping close on Maksim's heels as the pack moved toward Anastasia's location, Quil was caught completely off guard by the smell of flesh as it rose from the carcass. She might have perfected the art of moping, but there was no denying that the child was starving. Saliva collected at the corners of her mouth as she looked over the kill. Looking for a moment to Maksim as if to make sure she was allowed, the child slipped in between some of the adults and dug in without more that a couple of second thoughts.