Drestig was happy to sense the formality leaving as Triell answered his earlier comments, speaking of more diplomacy to come, but simultaneously falling into a relaxed pattern of movement, partnered with a welcoming facial expression. The dark man took his new leader's last comment to heart, but leaving them to be worried about later; other matters were more pressing at the moment.
Matters that made themselves loudly known, as his stomach growled again, seemingly angry that he wasn't already feasting on the flesh his nose had identified; Patience... Not my greatest virtue! So he was pleased when Triell didn't make him wait, but rather gave a slightly surprising answer. Drestig raised his brows, copying the black lad's chuckle as they both turned to follow the scent. Keeping his position by the other's shoulder, the newly enlisted male didn't even have time to wonder where the dead animal had come from before the first hinds of bear tainted it's scent. Drestigs smile stiffened, he had been confronted with a bear once before, and he counted that as more than enough, so when Triell looked back, the smaller man med his gaze with seriousness eyes, giving a small nod to signify his understanding; This must be handled with care.
So they made their approach as stealthily as possible, studying the tracks in the snow, tainted with clotted blood and hairs from the pray. The scent seemed as old as the blood though, and when the main body came into view; Oh sweet Fenrir! A decent amount of meat still stuck to the broken bones, the freshest marks around it made by smaller scavengers. Drestig breathed an audible sigh of relief, while he would have stood his ground with Triell against a possible foe, he was more than happy to skip that step and go straight to enjoying the spoils. <b style="color:#ff6600">"No bear." He murmured with a small smile, mostly to himself, and straightened from his stalking position, legs trembling faintly; <b style="color:#ff6600">"Moose... Not bad."
Then he flicked his ears, looking to the other as he spoke, then nodded and grabbed at an opposite rib. After taking a deep breath, he turned his eyes to Triell's to time their effort, and on a silent count: One... Two... THREE! He put his full strength into the pull, grunting lowly. After a few moments of resistance, the carcass started moving, bumping along the frozen ground. The mere taste still left on the cleaned bone was enough to make Drestigs mouth water, and he had to stop once to correct his grip before they successfully pulled the moose safely into the territory. The black lad stopped his pull by some snow covered bushes, licking his lips as he once more released their price. He looked at Triell with a lopsided grin, tail having lightly and proclaimed: <b style="color:#ff6600">"If you don't mind, I'll get to quieting that stomach now." Then he winked and, without waiting for a reply, dove into the meat still left around the spine of their pray.
He gulped down a few chunks before returning his eyes to the other wolf, for the first time studying him properly. They were truly very similar in appearance, the other a good ways bigger, and a lot healthier looking than Drest himself, sporting the clean thick fur and winter hull coming from life in a pack. His fur was the same ebony base as Drestigs, though with a clear, white triangle on his chest; his eyes were a few shades lighter as well. And he was clearly younger, significantly younger than the 4 yeared boy, barely grown; And yet holding position as an Alpha? Weather this spoke of the boy or his pack was impossible to know, and Drestig would let time tell as much. For now he looked with appreciation at Triell, liking the prospect of a leader who could stray from the formalities and take things with a crooked grin. He wanted a leader who he could respect, but he certainly didn't mind getting a comrade as well; Only time will show if you are that, Triell of Oak Tree Bend!
For now he was content, stomach grumbling in satisfaction as it filled; but as his hunger dulled, his curiosity grew - perhaps time had come to learn some more of his new home. Lifting his head from the moose carcass, smugly licking blood from his jowls, the black wolf inquired: <b style="color:#ff6600">"You mentioned your sister, I assume she leads here with you?" It was a good place to start, and he would much like to learn more about this Corinna, and the pack dynamic, before he was to meet the czarina.
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My mind is my own <b style="color:#ff6600">”I'll say whatever I want to!”
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