The air was heavy with the scents of fall, but even as the dark furred male breathed in, he could almost taste winter in the breeze. Winter, the one time of year that his pelt did not match the earthy surroundings he often visited. Normally, this early in the day Altair would be working on his duties for the pack but today was different. Fel had called forth another pack meeting, but this time it was different than before. Altair had expected training, but not in the way Fel had made it so. She called it a Scavenger Hunting, and supposedly the groups of wolves were to band together and find objects and then bring them back to her before running out of time. It was an interesting project, and the dark furred male noticed that he was in one of the smallest groups, with only three wolves. To him, he figured that could be an advantage if they worked quickly. Turning to Azrael and Twelve, he flicked his tail. "From what Fel said, we need quite a few things but I believe all can be found here easily if we look. I think the hardest thing we are going to have to find is the Skull. Besides that the other things will be easy." He said to the other two, his tail flicking. "I think we should start with the rabbits and get those out of the way, perhaps while two of us are hunting the rabbits one can go and find the bushel of mint and root of dock?" He asked, looking between Azrael and Twelve. "Splitting up the work would make us go faster, would you say?" He suggested, his tail twitching as he waited for an answer. He had a feeling not all the wolves would be as excited about this as most but he at least try. They could at least work together and get things done better than the other groups. He took a seat glancing around the training pasture, nodding his head. Everything should be here. He thought to himself.