[Apollo]

Sitting on the top of my house I heard my cousins and brothers and sister coming out. They had the gear we would need, everyone knew I liked what I was but nothing ever really excited me. . .except. . .tracking. . .See.
Each memeber of the pack, the ten who hunt together, have something special about them and are made to fit together. You have the Alpha male who is the leader, he tells you what to do and you can't deny doing it, out of respect and deep magic. There are the Runners who hunt down whats being hunted, they are usually two but my pack had three. The fighters, ones who were born to defend our pack from others, there are two. In each pack there are also three others who have not figured out their calling, once they do they either join the group of runner, fighter, alpha, or mine. . . the tracking.
When I catch a scent of prey I lead the runners (Dani, Justin and Scotty) to they meal and let them take it down. "Adam!" Brandon, our Alpa, or Al we called him when we were together, yanked me out of my thoughts while I stared at the cresent.
"Coming!" I called down. I let go of the edge and dropped, the fall felt like a flutter of infinte bliss until I hit the ground. I bent my knees and kept walking. "Let's go then huh?"