As was his usual routine, the tan and black male rested on the outskirts of the territory. Bullet really had no connections in the pack. It was a wonder why he stayed at all. Well, a wonder to anyone that wasn't him. He stayed for the sake of love. Kunikpok had been a long time gone. The hope of her ever returning dwindled more and more with each sunset. He kept himself busy with physical activity, most days running. For hours, he would run. It actually wasn't too different a routine from before he made a home at Malignant. He was smaller in stature than most, but it was a safe bet he was probably the fastest runner in the pack. If not the single fastest, he would be a great contestant against whoever else boasted the title. As he laid beneath some overgrown brush, he sighed. What good was being such a talented runner if he never put it to use except for himself? He never felt very patriotic for this pack specifically, but he never wished to leave. He couldn't chance it. What if Kuni really did come back?

As he mused over such hopes, a howl rang across the territory. Side Of A Bullet typically didn't pay much mind to pack alerts. He was a member, but only barely thus far. Something in this call caught his attention though. Maybe it was the fact that he was overdue for a meal, but the idea of a hunt was enough bait to get him to listen. He took a moment to consider after the call had ended. Food. If nothing else, he could get food out of it. He stood up and arched his back up, stretching, and then pushed his legs out forward into a wolf-ish lunge. Had to be all limber and the what not. Considering how far on the edge of the territory he was, Bullet took a few yards to warm up to speed, and soon was sprinting towards the direction the call had been made.

Despite being so far away, Bullet was the first to arrive. At a full sprint the whole way, it wasn't entirely surprising. He slowed as he entered the area through the trees, stopping a comfortable distance away from the other wolf. The tri-color male was unfamiliar to Side Of A Bullet, and looked like he had only reached adulthood in the past few months or so. He dipped his skull out of respect nonetheless. Bullet was a gentleman, and his behavior never betrayed that about him. The other male gave him a quick observational scan, before looking away and back towards the other trails. A few moments passed between them without any words and it created a very uncomfortable silence for him, despite being very introverted.

“How many are we waiting for?”

The other wolf looked at him quizzically for a moment, as if he hadn't expected him to speak. “That's not the right question.” Bullet cocked his head, brow scrunched, and the other wolf took that as a cue to explain. “It's not how many, it's how long.”

Bullet nodded. Ah. So then how long were they going to wait, he wondered. He hoped a few more might come along in that undisclosed amount of time. He didn't dislike the younger male, but he felt as if a larger group would be a more comfortable setting. Plus a chance for bigger food, and that was never a bad thing.