[PRP] Meeting the "Family" Arawn& Thona

[Malikztiah Ankhwave]

He'd been in the pack for a while now, but not once had Arawn really left his training from Yin to mingle with the mortal members and see just who he was staying with. Until this night, or was it day? Shaking out his red mane the Hunting god decides he really doesn't care for the answer, it didn't make any difference anyway. Wandering away from where Yin had been resting, or spying on something, for the last good while, he slinks deeper into the darkness of the pack's land to seek out at least one packmate.  

[I Lady Kiya I]

Thona, one of the more active members, never really stayed in the pack. He wondered here and there, did whatever he pleased. Killed and brought back food when he had to. But really he didn't stay much time. Today was a bit different, he wanted to just linger about. He hadn't done that in a while and felt he must to seem like part of the pack.

His peridot green eyes scanned the area. He wasn't expecting to see any god but Yin. He didn't know it yet, but he was about to meet the god he worshiped the most. He took hunting serious, and loved every aspect of it. meeting such a god would be more then an honor. He flicked his long tail as he entered the pride. It seemed dead lately. Not many others around. Probably all decided to leave the pack for a while.

He didn't think this pack would ever disband, but you really knew. It'd have been a shame if that happened. He yawned and padded along, looking for Yin, but he probably wasn't there. Off doing god stuff. God he wish he could do that. He wanted to be a god. His life goal was to become a god. No matter the cost. He heard rumors that one could turn into a god after time.  

[Malikztiah Ankhwave]

The quiet was starting to get under his fur this time. Normally, the quiet was enjoyed, and a must for the good hunt, but now it was as if he were walking through some burial lands. And not a single scent of someone other than yin that was even remotely fresh in the air so far, and the farther he trekked, the fainter Yin's presence was becoming though it was strong in his domain.

Once he reaches a slightly less dense area of trees, another scent faintly reaches his nose. This was new. Giving a flick of his tail he stands still, focusing in on where that scent was coming from. It was weak enough to tell him the creator of that scent was a good ways off still, but strong enough that he could be able to track them down.

His front claws dig into the earth a bit at the idea. Tracking down the scent would be like any other hunt, and within the hunt was his thrill. Growing a smirk, he starts off towards that scent to 'catch' his quarry.