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Len nodded with a slight smile. "I see.. Some times courses are better ventured alone and others in numbers.." He looked into the sky, suddenly interested in the moon's and star's position tonight. His eyes eventually drifted to the horizon then Starla again. He flicked his tail, a slight breeze ruffled his chest and neck fur gently. "So I suppose you'll be tagging with me?" He smirked playfully. "Joy. A bratty little teenager, like I didn't get enough of that when I was one." He meant nothing but joking with Starla, hoping she took no offense.

Len stood still, perking his ears up but in seconds he was sprinting swiftly towards Starla. It didn't take much for a grown male to catch up to a adolescent female. In fact, he thought he was showing off and it made a slightly smug grin spread over his lips. "I was. Yes, though I would say I was anymore." He winked playfully at Starla as he trotted circles around her, chuckling.

"A few.." He brought his proud trot down to a stand still. "I have a 'brother' up near the borders of the eastern territory.. He's a nomad but he told me that if I ever brought a pack together, he would help me out.." Len was serious now, trying to figure out if Ark was still that way towards him or if he was angry for Len not visiting him in about a year.

Len wasn't to sure of the violet and black female he'd spent a night with so he wasn't going to mention her. He just continued on in thought for a few minutes before answering Starla. "Not particularly.." He walked a slow pace along a dirt like trail through the tree's. The bubble of a small stream near by. A nice place for prey.

Len remained silent, keeping his foot steps light. With Starla being a previous loner, she probably knew it wasn't because he wasn't interested in there conversation, but that it would disrupt prey. He caught a glance of her sniffing and took a light wiff of the air. There was indeed several creatures to make good for prey. Normally Len would of took the easier route and went for a rabbit but one, he hadn't eaten in a couple days, two, it would have to fill both Starla and himself. Deciding to take down a deer, he periodically smelt of the air, following along the scent of a male buck. It was getting stronger by the minute. Finally Len peered around a shrub and there it stood, twenty to thirty feet away. Len glanced done to Starla and shot he eyes at the deer to show her.

Len shook his head to the left, motioning Starla to start her way around to ambush the deer towards him. She should try and wound him on the way towards Len's awaiting fangs were he would initiate the final blow to the throat. His tail arched and he slunk into a dark shrub. The only thing to light the deers trail was the pale moonlight that didn't quite shine against his dark coat.