<blockquote> And so it seemed decided. <b>“Sounds like a hunt it is.”</b> he responded, slightly less enthusiastically that the females had been. His leg wasn’t aching yet, but he knew that once he really started to push it, he would probably come out of the ordeal sore. His eyes wandered to Sica for a moment, his reluctant smile more of a snarl on his disfigured face. While he was perfectly capable of hunting, the former chaser had needed to readjust to his injuries, and he hoped the ladies wouldn’t mind herding their prey towards the males.
Unfamiliar with their surroundings, his good eye fell on the younger wolf. She seemed spritely, and her early comment on fishing had drawn the battered man to the conclusion that she was, most likely, a hunter, along with the snack that Rose bore, it seemed they were asking him to earn a bit of his food. Which was more than fair enough. <b> “So what is it that we will be hunting ladies?”</b> he included Rosealia with a swing of his large head, raising his rump from the ground, and eagerly awaiting direction from a specialist in the field of food provision.</blockquote>