Just do what you always do.
That was what his sister said to him before sending him out the door and getting him to the borders to begin to follow Astrid. He made it there soon, his form quiet as he approached the two older wolves, looking at them both with his forest green eyes curiously, moving between one and the other before settling on the female that he was certain was Astrid. His tail gave a friendly wave to the female gaze bright and friendly. He might not have had much social experience, but he was a wolf, he liked being around others that were not just Tuari all the time he was finding it fun to get to know others and surprising that so many seemed to understand his deafness. So far at least.
He wasn’t sure if she was aware, or expected him to understand how to read lips, which he knew well after spending so much time with his sister. Though others were sometimes a bit harder to read when they talked really fast, otherwise he had a good grasp on it and was ready to prove himself in a real hunting party with other wolves. It wasn’t as though he was completely new to the aspect of hunting. When Riot came he looked at him a little confused but wasn’t bothered, the two pack wolves, he figured, wouldn’t let anyone bad hurt him, right? And he seemed like he wanted to help. He looked over from Iscariot to the game until he saw Astrid’s head turn towards him. His dark ears were plastered against his head in an odd way not bashful or abashed or even angry just simply pinned down while he looked at her with a very attentive visage eyes flicking from mouth to eyes as she started talking.
He got all of it, mostly, the tones missing him but her visage making him understand this was as important to her as it was for him. She gained his mother’s old rank after all, so there was that pushing her to prove herself. His tail waved lightly though he didn’t know what a deer’s rut was he understood that he was ready to go and hunt, he knew they were flighty like giant rabbits but needed larger wolves and they had hooves and couldn’t dart as much, he was thinking it would be easier with these odds. But then she said something odd, he picked the prey they would follow him up. He blinked a bit surprised before looking over the group of doe before him. There were one smaller than the rest that he favored, they weren’t big wolves and nor was he it made since to go to her or the one closest. Neither really looked unhealthy.
He pointed his nose to the smaller one, and then took a few tentative steps forward. His heart was beating fast then he stopped looking at Astrid’s face to make sure she was ready. If he led he wouldn’t be able to hear what she would say otherwise. He was nervous and he didn’t know how best to go forward with more wolves on his tail. He wanted to lead but he couldn’t hear her, couldn’t see her to take cues to stop or move forward, so he waited looking at her nervously making sure he would get some more guidance.