Hades
Male | 3 years, 5 months | Rattlesnake Pack | Beta
Location: Rattlesnake Pack Territory; Hunting Grounds -> Camp | Mentions: Nightfall, Pack in General / Open

Hades padded in the hunting part of their territory, planning on catching a decent meal for some canine in the pack. Sure, he was the Beta, but that didn't mean he couldn't hunt. Besides, when was hunting a bad thing? Food was always needed, and extra food was even better. And also, he had woken up earlier, as was normal for the incredibly large leopard, and he had decided to go hunting. It was typically his daily routine, and pretty much every snow leopard in the pride knew he did this. The sun hasn't risen yet, so he still had some time to hunt before he started heading back. The wind gently ruffled his fur as he walked on the dusty desert floor in the part of the territory where the pride mostly hunted. But, sniffing and observing the ground before him, a good sized adolescent female caribou soon caught this cat's sharp eye and he crouched to the ground, his tail above the ground. Stalking the caribou, he got closer until he couldn't go any father without being noticed. Then he ran and pounced, claws digging into its back as his powerful jaws latched onto its neck, biting hard. In a matter of moments, the massive feline had thrashed and pulled until he and the beast slowly toppled to the ground. On the ground, the brute bit and killed it with his powerful bite, making sure it was dead before standing up.

Seeing the sun begin to rise, the fearsome muliti-colored wolf began dragging his kill back to camp, knowing he should be there when the morning began. Not really any feline was awake yet at the moment, so he's most likely get there before the pack got up. Soon enough, he arrived back home and traveled into the camp and observed it, his theory correct as it was mostly empty, as he had arrived right when the wake-up howl was howled. He then brought the dead adolescent caribou to the prey pile, setting him down carefully. Eyes landing on the Beta's den, he would latch his jaws onto the deer and take a huge chunk out of the meat before heading inside, eating his share. Once the pride would begin waking up, he'd walk back outside to greet everyone, his usual greeting was a flick of his tail or a nod of his head. He looked for Nightfall, the Alpha, as he stood up straight, towering over most. Statistically, he was the tallest wolf in the Pack and had a very terrifying appearance.

OOC: I know it kinda sucks, don't judge >.>