Still with no carcass to haul back to Hearthwood, the healer refused to allow the heat to deter him. Travelling back to the pack without anything to show for his trouble would surely result in disappointment and as the new second in command, since Aleksei’s sudden departure, Lorcan was desperate to prove himself capable of the role by providing for the other pack members.
Trailing after the faint scents of the large ungulates on the breeze, the agouti male meandered after them, hoping to come across the large herds sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side and after spending a number of hours tracking and trailing the scents of the prey all he managed to gain was tired aching paws and a hot back. Mouth dry from exhaustion, his golden eyes searched around him for somewhere shaded to rest.
Eyes narrowed as he spotted a peculiar shaped object in the distance and after loping towards it, the agouti male was surprised to find a circular arrangement of antlers partially concealed amongst the dry grasses. Whilst not much, the antlers did cast some shade and so Lorcan promptly slumped down amongst them, his chest heaving and his tongue spilling from his mouth as he tried desperately to cool down.