A hunt? The word brought a smile to Katrina’s lips. It was always a good feeling whenever the pack was onboard with what she was thinking; in her mind, it was what family was all about, making sure, no matter what was said, everyone understood was necessary for the pack’s survival. She was prepared to speak if given some opposition, if she had room to encourage the others. When she first found her way into the pack, it had caused issues… Or was it because of her willingness to speak that she rose to the rank of Beta…?<br/><br/>“I, too, shall head out. We must not allow them to get too comfortable here,” she said with a smirk. Then she closed her eyes, arms folded over her chest, and retreated to her own thoughts again. How did they move? “Well, they didn’t seem to be very organized. From the way they moved, they just saw we weren’t on the defensive and took advantage of it. A spontaneous strike.” She said aloud. That night wasn’t something she wanted to remember personally. But, seeing as it was still fresh on her mind, playing over and over, she felt encouraged to speak up. “Disorganized, yet strong. Loose cannons…”<br/><br/>Was that dangerous, she wondered? The answer was yes, it was, but she wanted to hear what the others thought.<br/><br/>“Let’s hope they’re wise and haven’t already begun sticking their scent where it doesn’t belong,” Katrina added. “But if they have, it would make it easier for us.” Deep down, Katrina hoped she was right about them. If they could catch their scent, then surely they could pick up theirs as well. But if they weren’t exactly wise, then they wouldn’t have the advantage. Not to mention one of the other packs could rob them of their fun.