He could tell she was nervous. There was little he could do to alivate it other than show his support and give his presence and skills to her to use during chase. It would do them both well to get out more, Ragnarok like herself, was used to solitude and traveling alone. He didn’t know anyone as well as he knew Church and he barely knew Daenerys, his now Alphess. The mountains allowed him the privacy he wished for, that fit his old lifestyle of living alone. He wasn’t alone anymore, that much was obvious for any that went all the way up to his private mountain top home where the ground was well worn now from all the paw traffic that came and went from his home. But that was his family, and that was all he pretty much knew on all of Moladion. He knew he had family that expanded far over Moladion, but it was too much for him to know or find, and no one else actively had sought him out, so Ragnarok wasn’t sure if he cared to much to find them either. He was happy with his love and four children. It was all he needed to be happy in Spirane, but Church was much more outgoing than he much more willing to do something for the home she was grateful to have. Maybe he was too complacent but he was happy where he was and helping Church or his children reach their goals. It was his way of paying them back.

Today it was Church’s turn though. She wished to be the lead hunter and he was happy to assist her. He followed her down to the meeting spot and waited. She was nervous, and he started to look around a bit restlessly wondering if any children would turn up. He wasn’t sure how many pups that were over a year old were even in Spirane. But it seemed his worry didn’t hold much ground. Soon he spotted the monochrome girl approaching. Her scent was interesting, telling him she hadn’t lived here long, but he didn’t comment. He noticed the rather dull tones, but he didn’t comment, his own steely visage looking from Church to the girl for a moment, only giving a very slight dip when Church introduced him. There wasn’t a need for him to speak. Church would lead them from here and he would follow her to the tee he knew. This was more about Cinder and getting experience though he knew he could hunt very successfully with Church but could others? He understood her everybody motion and facial expression and that he responded to in consummate motion.

Speaking of, as soon as she turned he was moving too. His silvery form twisting about pausing for a moment to allow for her attentions which earned a soft wave of his tail before pressing forward. He moved at the rear of the group, putting younger girl between them and trotted easily over the lands. Soon he spotted them, and as she lowered his form lowered as well. He scanned the group, allowing her to pick their target as it was her hunt. She motioned to a ram with a bad leg and he set his icy eyes on it intent on the beast now as his next target to kill. His soul wanted him dead, it would be dead. Easy as that normally. He placed himself slightly closer to Cinder then as she moved around the clearing his eyes still on the single ram waiting for the first sign of movement. She would startle it, it would run away from her and it did bending to her will as she snapped. He waited like a loaded spring, placing his paw before the girl to be sure she waited.

Closer, it needed to be closer.

Finally with a low growl he leaped forward, there were still several meters that gapped between them. He ran straight for it like a silver bullet streaming through the grass on long legs. The poor creature wasn’t much if at all bigger than he was. He was it’s death most likely, charging forward and giving a vicious snap to take one of its legs out from under it. It was already running slower than normal and he was happy to put it out fast he just rater the child be safe of the hooves and horns that soon would likely be assailing them. Ragnarok was likely the poor creatures worst nightmare to come against in such a fight of life and death.