For nine years now I have been Glorall's Trapper. At the prime young age of two I had proved myself as a proficient hunter, solidifying my position within the pack - and Moladion. Perhaps it was a bit ostentatious of me to claim to be the best hunter in the known lands of this country, but who else had held their position at the top of the pecking order for as long as me? Like Haziel had said - I'd only gotten better and more refined in my skills with age.

My chest puffed slightly at the thought of Haziel's subtle praise as I jogged along the outskirts of Glorall. Rather than scouring the barren beaches for capybara or beached sea life, I was pushing my usual hunting grounds out to the limits of the pack lands. Prey had been hard to come by this summer, and soon I would have to go beyond the pack's boundaries in search of food to keep the growing pups fed. I wondered sometimes if I would ever have pups of my own to feed, my thoughts once again drifting to Haziel, but then thought of how something like that would change me. For weeks, maybe even months, I wouldn't be able to hunt. I would lose my edge. Would I lose my position?

I rid my mind of the thought with a swift shake of my head mid-stride. It wasn't even something in my future to consider; after all, I had no mate to speak of and my imprint had yet to show affections for me in...that way. Today my mind needed to be on figuring out where the prey had disappeared to, or finding a new source to supply the pack with.

Moving along the borders, I spotted a dark coated wolf whose name escaped me moving from within the pack towards the boundary. Admittedly, I could sometimes be so focused on my duty as Trapper that I neglected to get to know the rest of the pack very well. To be fair, though, it wasn't like Eden ever called us together for gathering or anything like that. Maybe it was high time for me to call another pack hunt - social bonding and all that. Not to mention a chance to show just why I had held my rank for as long as I had. In any case, I barked a greeting to him. "Hey, care to join me? Scouting the borders for signs of prey migration." Better late to the socializing game than never, right?