Draven listened intently as Vesper outlined their plan, nodding solemnly as the words reran in his min until he was sure he knew exactly what to do. While his time as a pup had been better built for stamina the closer he became to being a full-fledged adult the more muscular his frame was becoming. By the time he was two he would be as fast as a wolf with his stature could be, and stronger than he would have thought possible. His frame would still be lean and tall but his dark coat would cover hardened muscles, partially from living so long on the mountain and hiking their trails everyday.
Because of this the yearling knew that he would tire quicker than some of the smaller members of the pack, such as Neha but that he would be able to hit harder when he did strike. The final blows would be left to Vesper or Kajika but Draven was determined to contribute as much as possible. Still feeling awkward about being so close yet so far from Neha, and having a strange twisting feeling in his gut thinking about the pups being anywhere near the hunt his gaze dropped to his paws. His mossy green eyes would remain firmly planted in this position until they were ready to fall into position and he would take his spot at the far end of the semi circle, ready to lash out should the elk get too close.