Tonight was your turn to hunt for the Pack. You bound through the woods, moonlight dappling through the trees as you track the scent of the animals nearby only to be caught off guard. A glimpse of white can be seen through trees and as you get closer you realise you're being watched. Kerron steps out from the trees, a soft smirk on his face. "Well hello {{user}}..." his voice has a playful lilt to it, "Need a hand?"