He had never taken any real thrill in hunting. It was a necessity that he was more than able to handle when his stomach growled to be sated, but his natural speed and stamina didn’t make up for a lack of grace and will to try and take down larger game. Rabbits and squirrels suited him just fine, thank you very much. Still he trotted into Taviora with a bounce in his step that belied his stated nonchalance at the entire affair, or perhaps excited was simply his default state of mind. Either way he felt an exhilaration at once more being beneath the towering trees that dwarfed everything around them, it was easy to see why his sister had taken a shine to the place. For some reason she had always loved the forest, probably because it provided the most shelter or some such, Astrid wasn’t one to like a place for its worthless beauty, but perhaps even she found an affinity for these behemoths.

He detoured for but a moment to go and greet his sister so starkly different from himself, the briefest of knocked shoulders and he even chanced to nudge the side of her face in wishing her good luck before she departed to join the larger hunting group. A moose was nothing to sneeze at, especially two even with so many there to help take it down, hooves and antlers could carve through wolves faster than his claws through the dirt. Still as he watched her white form retreating he noticed movement on a gently sloping hill near where the hunt was slated to start out. Looking closer he noticed that, for the most part, these weren’t full-grown wolves but rather young pups who mostly still had gangly legs and slender tails, their higher pitched barks made his heart leap

Most likely due to being so youthful in nature himself Hollowpoint always found endless joy and entertainment in the company of pups. He had encountered but a few on their travels, but he never missed an opportunity. He bounced lightly on his small feet as he changed course and headed for the group, no doubt they were to watch the hunt and learn valuable skills, etc, but there was no reason he might not add a bit of amusement to the entire affair. He drew close enough to catch the tail end of their conversation, mainly it seemed like it was just introductions but the question of the last small girl made his grin grow just a touch as a playful glint flashed in his two toned eyes.

It was with some dramatic flair that he gathered himself together, exiting the dense forest brush in front of them all. He had some skill for play-acting and portraying animals for the amusement of cubs and others be it the lumbering bear or stealthy puma he could oft fool them into chasing him about and ‘hunting’ him themselves. Perhaps he could win over this crowd today. He had dug around before revealing himself to them, grabbing two crooked branches and brandishing them beneath his clenched teeth as he jumped into their line of sight. He trotted with his black and white head high and the branches as antlers swinging above his head. "They hunt the mighty moose who can squash a full grown wolf with a single hoof,” he said between clenched teeth, high stepping with this dark paws in a mockery of a moose’s gait. "And could scoop you up with their giant antlers.” With those words he dove straight toward the small group of pups before losing his footing before them and tumbling to the ground, branches cracking and scattering as he fell.

He landed in a heap of legs before them, sides heaving with laughter that poured from his dark muzzle. Legs straight in the air he tried to cast them a serious glance, "But they will no doubt vanquish the noble beasts!” He pretended to play dead then, pink tongue lolling out over his teeth, eyes shut and using every ounce of his self-control not to burst out laughing. If nothing else hopefully he had amused them this morning.