"We will split into two parties," Rhysis continued, "Flank the group either side and I want one wolf to lead each side. Do we have any volunteers?" If Mapplethorpe had been a year or two younger, with the vitality of his young adult years still pulsing in his veins, he probably would have volunteered. As he was, blinded by his ambition and hunger and actually somewhat fragile from his years of nomadic wandering, the best he could offer to the pack was his presence. An eager set of jaws didn't hurt either, he decided, and as a young voice threw an avid "I could" to the air, his tail gave a hearty wag.
Casting an excited gaze in Rais' direction, his jowls parted in a sort of wide grin, his excitement becoming apparent with the sound of a whine and a low whimper. Tracking and making caches might have been his main suit, but he was not about ready to admit it, wanting to be assigned a task or a team in the meantime. He began to slightly tremble, his slender limbs itching to give in to the hunt. If it weren't apparent enough, Mapplethorpe hoped beyond hope that his build - with what little muscle he had managed to build up from his starvation-filled expeditions - would lend some insight into his ability to herd and chase.