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Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)
Mentions: Rajat, Aes, Hunting Group

Calypso swiveled an ear as whispers of a hunt drifted into it, breaking her spectatorly gaze from the sparring forms of Aes and the newcomer. A group of wolves, headed by at least two of the Alpha family, had gathered already and were preparing dutifully in the interest of bringing something back to nourish the pack. The she-wolf's inner hunger for hunting boiled in her soul, prompting the madame to push her rump up with her legs into a standing position. White paws were lifted and placed again onto the footstep-packed soil, their gait shifted into an elegant trot as she approached Roman. "Alpha Romanus," the harlot sang, making sure that her hips swayed elegantly as her speed slowed and her head bowed, pink tongue darting out to respectfully lick the Alpha's lower jaw before speaking again, "There wouldn't happen to be room for one more on the Hunt, is there?"

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Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)
Mentions: Roman, Mercy, Hunting Group

Calypso let the corners of her lips curl into a pleased smile, a nod of her delicate head signaling her appreciation. As she sauntered away, the beauty made sure to brush the Alpha's bottom jaw with a flick of her downy tail and gracefully swing her hips. The white-and-gray Beta female sat nearby, observing the fight. The Caretaker made her way over, tail and head lowering in esteem for the Alpha's sibling. "Beta Mercy, you're heading the hunt, right?" she addressed, her head turned to watch the battle, and in particular that gray stranger. Maybe after the hunt Calypso could talk with him a little. "You think there's room for one more?"

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Silk | Brawler/Trainee of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: Courtyard

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Silk nodded towards Vlad and padded after him without hesitation. She knew that with the bulk strength of the hunting party that a sickly doe at least could be taken down. The black Grey's thoughts raced, thinking about possible strategies she were to use on taking down the prey; should she use her claws? Trip the doe? Tackle the fawn? Go for the neck, wait for the others? Pounce onto the haunches in a surprise attack? Black fur ruffled, the Brawler yipped with excitement and trotted with her tail up in the air, not in dominance but in pure happiness. Her pink tongue lolled out of her thick set jaws and yellow eyes were flickering about in a wide-eyed, alert manner, looking around for the rest of the patrol. Vlad, Mercy, Aedeian, and now Calypso were participating in the hunt and the fae knew it would be a successful one. To hunt alongside the two Betas would surely strengthen her relationships, along with Calypso, the head care-taker; whom she wouldn't mind getting to know better, if Silk were to have Roman's pups a year from now. Her eyes then traveled along the line to Aedeian, who she wasn't particularly close to. Silk wasn't sure what to think of the younger fae, but she as a two-year old Worthy, she had to have experience.. otherwise, what would Roman be thinking? In a mere moment of envy, Silk huffed and thought to herself about why she wasn't a Worthy. She knew that Roman admired her build, and the pack knew that Silk was muscular, strong, and agile. With a shake of her head and a dance in her step, Silk continued on, knowing that this Tournament would bring out her true skills. The hunt had to be on her mind, and had to be her priority.

(moving to the hunting thread once the others reply)

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Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)
Mentions: Hunting Group

Calypso bayed cheerfully as the hunting party surged forward, her anticipation for the hunt communicated through sound. But as they broke further into the dense forest, she fell silent, staring intently into the distance. Her mind whirred with thought and strategies, as an elk wasn't exactly one who could be defeated by seduction. She wasn't new to hunting by any means, but treated every excursion like it was both her first and last time. Such sports deserved to be treated with dignity and determination, especially when in pursuit of something so trying as an elk. So she pressed on, wedging herself in the center of the hunting party.

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Courtyard