It was weighing on his mind.
Not in a bad way - in an excited, anticipatory way.
The pack hunt.
He had promised a group hunt between the Evergreens and the Vanguard, but the more he dwelled on it, the more he realized how eager he was to get in a hunt with his own packmates first. He had done a few hunts with his friends before, but never with all of them - and, the more he thought about it, the more he was beginning to realize that it might benefit all of them to do one. He’d been dying to see Kronos and Epidemic lead one, and he figured Aiden would probably need to start hunting on his own, too. He didn’t know how much progress Artem or Atalya had made with their son, but surely observing a hunt could only help.
Icarus ventured out to the pines that morning, a place he hadn’t visited in a long time, to seek out a herd of elk that had wandered from the sheltered woods to the misty, overhanging coniferous cliffs. He followed their trail until he located them milling about a small, bronzing glade of grass among the pines. Icarus kept his distance from them, not wanting to spook their targets, and retreated some ways away. There, he threw his head back and uttered one long howl, summoning his packmates to join him.
As his voice died away, Icarus leaned onto his haunches and listened. The forest had fallen still in the wake of his song, and then gradually life returned to it - the sound of birdsong, of insects, of tiny animals skittering through the leaf litter. He waited for a moment, and then howled again, hoping to hear evidence that his pack would be coming to join him.
(I’m going to leave this open until the 20th - but if anybody wants to post and can’t make it until after that, let me know and we’ll work something out!)
Apr 16, 2018 08:53 PM
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