White Noise

the onyx brute was about to hunt and seeing as the young pup needed the teaching somehow he sent out a call for his "son".

Bane

Bane trotted readily to the call of his "father", that confident, self-assured smirk gracing his mug as always. He took a quick bow and then tossed his head, saying only, You called?

White Noise

Noise couldn't help but smirk as the young buck strutted over. Yellow tinted voids looked to the ranch as he spoke.

|The pack is hungry, Bane. Its time to hunt I shall teach you how. okay?|

Bane

Bane grinned, his eyes flying up to meet those of his "father". Sounds like fun. My da didn't know anything about that. And he stood, waiting for White Noise to lead the way.