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The thin, half-starved brute continued to listen attentively as the other volunteer spoke up. Mapplethorpe glanced at him from the corner of his vision, taking in the mottled coat and bulky frame of the man who could have been considered a
healthier version of himself. Eager eyes scanned around one more time before settling on the sable king's shoulder, waiting for him to move and lead them to where they wait for the chase to begin. The words following Tenzin's venture were lost but he did pick up that he was to follow him, as well as Rhysis, Rais, and Valiant. When Rhysis' orders came filtering back into his ears his tail grew still. They were take what they could, injure whatever beasts they could so that they could come back for them. Rather than opting for the size of one or two kills,
quantity was paramount; the wolves of the Pass would need whatever they could get in order to survive the last months of winter.
Rhysis' pale eyes bore into each and every face of the subjects before him and Mapplethorpe's masked face hardened. "Any questions? Ask now, because if you fuck up later, you will suffer the consequences." He was ready; and, when it seemed that everyone else had reached that same point, Rais made to get a move on. Obediently, Thorpe mirrored Tenzin's movements, watching as the yearling and his team departed. He eventually found his place at Rhysis' flank, eyes peeled and head low as he constantly scanned the hunting grounds around them.
His lips curled upward and the unkempt fur at his hackles rose. His tongue slithered forward and draped down the front of his nostrils. The longer he could keep himself in check, the sooner he - and they - would feast.