Tyler watched as his new pack mates began disappearing one after another once Thomas, the alpha, got out of bed and heard the howl. Tyler had no idea who it was and never heard that one before, but he knew there were enemies out there that probably heard it too and he worried that one person with Thomas might not be enough.<br/><br/>It did seem like the rest were expecting someone else, so he threw on another piece of meat in case they were hungry, but he guessed if they'd been away for a while, they probably didn't know what had happened and he doubted they would be in the mood to eat. Still he cooked a steak out of courtesy for them. He sort of found himself cooking by scent lately. When the smell of the cooking food was just right, he pulled it off the fire and started another. This lead to less cuts in the meat and steaks that were very juicy. Once he had finished, he had a stack of steaks cooked beside the fire of varying rarity and soon his nose picked up the scent of ground coffee. He suddenly realized he had been concentrating on cooking so much that he hadn't heard half of what was said around him, especially if he was only now noticing the coffee. Samuel started making a pot when his mind began to wander as he stared into the fire.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" So, do you think Eryan will want to go on a run when she gets back? I mean if we are not in dire need of that creamer or milk ."</span><br/><br/>Eryan. The friend who was away. How would she take the news? He expected the day to be a wash already and most of the pack would be too depressed again to do anything, but he didn't blame them. For some reason, his mind was stuck on the damn creamer for the coffee.<br/><br/>Then it hit him....<br/><br/>He suddenly jumped up from his rock he was sitting on and jogged to his bedding area, then started digging through his large knapsack of camping supplies. He forgot he had it because he had no coffee or anything to go with it, so the plastic bottle of coffee mate had migrated to the very bottom of the bag. After stuffing everything back in, he returned to the fire and placed the large bottle of powdered milk on a rock beside him.<br/><br/>"Well lard' tunderin' jaysus! I forgot all bout dis." he muttered, "Spose, it just might make someone 'appy dis marnin." He leaned back, resting his back on a large rock behind him and sighed. He wanted to wait for the rest of the pack to come back to eat, but he now found himself staring at the stack of cooked meat before him and had to wipe drool from his chin.