Midday, the sun was shining bright and warm, and there was not the slightest breeze to be felt. Not exactly the perfect day to be a black wolf. Drestig was in his usual fine mood though, as he made his way through the territory, having just crossed the border after a small scouting trip out into the land. A trip that had proved itself worth the effort, as he had come across a little drove of snow shoe hare. The fattest - and slowest - was now dangling from his jaws.

His steps were swift despite the heat, and there was determination yet in his fiery eyes, he was heading for the center of the land, where the old oak that had given the pack its name stood proud, its crown full and green now in the height of summer. When he arrived, he lowered himself down on the lush grass growing in its shade, dropping the bloody prize on the grass before him and licking his lips. His ears twitched as he looked around in the clearing, wondering where the rest of the pack might be on this fine day. Resting his gaze for a while in direction of the den, he pondered whether the puppies were asleep in its cool depths, or perhaps their mother had taken them for a short trip into the forest? Secretly, he hoped neither was the case, the hare was intended for them.

As the wind shifted in the leaves above, the dark man's thoughts wandered freely, speculating on where the rest of his pack mates might be hiding; They should be out enjoying the sun! Of course, many of them were dressed in the same black coat as him, making longer stays in the sun's rays enervating. Lifting his snout a bit, the lad lazily sniffed at the air, feeling the familiar scents of Oak Tree Bend sink into him, settling any unrest left in his muscles after the hunt. He felt safe here, happy.

The rustle of something moving in the grass drew the Avalon's attention, and his eyes, which had been half closed, opened wide as he looked down the small slope. Their orange depths lit up as he quickly spotted the source of the noise, a small, soot colored silhouette gazing up from between the green blades. As their eyes locked, she exclaimed a confident greeting, and a wide smile illuminated the older wolf's face; "Princess!" He answered her, chuckling as she wasted no time in digging into his gift, her ferocity making his eyes sparkle. The young Tainn was a brave and bright girl, and the way she took on the world, without restraint or worriment, filled the ebony male with adoration.

Soon after Zera's emergence followed another swish in the grass, and Drestig was quick to turn towards it, body still relaxed, but ears perked in attention; ready to protect. There was no need though, as the sound came from another welcome arrival. The man's smile returned in full brightness; "And the young prince as well! How blessed I am today." He waved an ear at Darrah, who meanwhile seemed to have his attention on other matters. Wrinkling his brows lightly, the adult motioned to stand, glancing swiftly down at the girl before turning his attention back to her brother; "You okay there sport?"