Tyrael
Male / 2 / Loner
Mentions: Hunting Party Location: woods

Tyrael turned to Dakota, the two pelted male had easily kept up with the other wolf. Having hunted here for months. He nodded as the wolf mentioned deer. His mouth watering at the thought of the meat. It had been ages since he last had it, a half moon at least! (6 months) Ty let out a small growl of approval, not one loud enough to alert prey though. His tail swung behind him as he listened through the woods. His eyes and ears shifting as he listened, not far off came the sounds of hooves. Not many, probably a buck and a doe or two. Maybe even a fawn if they were lucky. "That way." He mumbled, looking in that direction, taking a few steps forwards but remembering that male was lead and stepped back respectively.
Ty's tail never slowed down, saliva dripping from top teeth as his mouth opened slightly in anticipation. He couldn't wait for the hunt! To feel the sensation of the deer's flesh, and it's blood sliding into his mouth. Tyrael shook himself off, shaking the thoughts away so he could focus on hunting WITH the group and not on his own like he was used to. The male's tail slid across a tree, scent marking the way back to the pack, he had been doing that the entire way unknowing of the others. He always marked the path he most recently traveled, gave him a better chance of out running enemies or something.