Flak laughed slightly, perking his ears as Teegan playfully shoved passed him. Smiling at the fae, he picked up his pace to catch up, slowing to a trot in order to address the pack. "Everyone, I'm sending a hunting party out." He barked, standing in a dominant posture and focusing his attention on the coydog. "Quinn, since you've lived here a while, you'll be leading the Hunters." He said with a dip of his head, then turning towards the others. "Teegan, Dusty, and Micah- if your paw's feeling better-, you will go along with Quinn." He ordered.