The dust from their adventure was finally settling and Quaking Vale was flourishing. He only anticipated it would get better from here and they all could enjoy the newness of their pack. It seemed that everyone was in high spirits, which meant that they all needed to take advantage of it. They had their food caches and it was about time they fill it with something larger than rabbits and mice. They'd had a heavy snow the other day, but today the sun filtered through the aspens above them. Larkspur stopped to enjoy the scenery before him, which was something he hadn't really stopped to do. He didn't spend too long on enjoying the view and quickly pulled himself back to the task at hand: gathering his pack for a hunt.
A small herd of deer had been passing through their territory, which meant it was the perfect time to call his packmates. His howl rang out through the quaking aspen forest, calling their first hunt as a pack.
He was so different now that they had settled. Of course deep down Larkspur was still the same irritable man that had limped into Relic Lore last year, but he had changed and seemed so much more comfortable in their new home. It would be unlike him to get along with everyone that decided to call Quaking Vale their home — his distaste for the tiny Castel had not been kept secret from anyone in the pack — but he more or less had pulled his weight. He did what he was asked, he helped when he could, and his face even wrinkled up into a snarl less and less. It was spring, after all, and it was a good time as any for change.
Not wasting any time waiting around for wolves to show (he was certain they'd find him), Larkspur set off on the lingering deer trail.