Arthur stood with his eyes looking carefully at the treeline and his nose up in the air, trying to find the scent of the deer they had been trailing for hours now. Lawrence and Karl stood on either side of him, sniffing the air as well, hoping to have better luck than he did in locating the ill fated animal. Arthur had insisted on this exercise and though they hadn't really seen the need for it, they had obliged nonetheless, he was their Alpha and regardless of what they thought, they had to be careful not to appear as being rebellious to him or his instructions.
The last deliberation of the conclave had been held and Marcus had informed the species of the human armies amassing at the borders of the Bloodtooth lands and though he had made it seem like the threat was to the entire species,
