[ Trusting that Charles will catch up with thw rest, Asil breaks off into a run, instinctively reaching through the pack bonds to follow their progress. The night is alive, the moon overhead lending her power to her children.

He knows the route that Bran is taking them on. They will hunt elk and moose, and do their beat to steer clear of the bears who are wandering through the forest.

Asil is never far from the pack, though he chooses higher elevation to keep them within his line of sight. There's no small amount of pride when he sights the way Kara stays close to the silver wolf, intent on protecting their newest member, if not in truth, then in name.

You should join us. Bran has taken to watching, trotting to hop above a downed tree at the edge of a clearing where the wolves break to nose along a trail, or dart off to hunt within the specified perimeter. Asil shakes his head at his alpha, but the temptation is great, so he makes his way down the slopes to stand among them, still clothed in his human skin. ]

I am content to watch [ his wolf snarls at him from the back of his head, so he completes the statement ] because I might end up spoiling everyone's fun. You know how competitive I can be with a kill.

[ As the small wolf that is also the Marrok regards him with yellow eyes, he can almost swear that he hears Bran's laughter. ]