Nanook’s ear flicked as she lifted her nose to the sky. Focusing on the many aromas that caught her nose, a jack rabbit but it was much too far, a flock of pheasants, and… there it was a lone elk. A female.

“This way.” She’d mutter, shaking her pelt as she began to trek towards the source of the smell. Her nose working constantly. They needed this kill, or at least she did. She’d been working to readily improve her skills— a form of proving herself.

While this season most of the males seemed only eager to mate, Nanook looked forward to being able to have access to the new spring prey. This was her chance to really grow in touch with her senses.

They were young, the three of them. And it was expected from wolves their age— as directed by the alpha— to successfully have mated by the end of this spring season.

Nanook hated it.

“You’re sure we’re going the right way? That flock of pheasants is much closer.” Zuko whined, his ears flattening against his head as his grey coat caught light. His paws ripping at the terrain as they all moved.

His tail gave the slightest of flick. Clearly he didn’t want to be out hunting. He only came because he was trying to swoon her. He’d displayed his interest many times. Nanook just stubbornly ignored him.

“Pheasants aren’t worth the kill. Their small. But an elk? That would supplement all three of us for a few days.” Nanook replied in a grumble, having to hold her tongue. This wasn’t stupid or pointless everything she did she did for a reason.

“Beside’s we can bring it back for the others. Their’s mothers who will be birthing soon, and their mates are away on scouting trips. I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

She looked back to Zuko for a moment before her head turned forwards again, her ears pinned forwards as she continued on.