[Abyssopelagic]

With the camp unbearably warm in the summer heat, Dimhazel had escaped to a nice, shaded section of the clearing, perfectly content to wait out the miserable heat waves for the day and try going out when the sun started setting later, but the moment to rest seemed to be short lived as Roosterflame shouted for a hunting patrol, the claim that the prey pile was low.
Their brown eyes slid over to the prey pile they'd somehow not noticed. Well, the fact it was in fact low probably contributed.
It wouldn't do to sit and hope someone else would do it. They'd wanted to do something anyway (if a heavy preference to be out if this scorching sun everyone seemed to enjoy).
Their nose crinkled briefly as they stood and padded to where the younger warrior was speaking to one of the newest named warriors. Brightpath? It seemed to be.
They chittered a wordless greeting to let the both of them know they were there.
"I'd also like to join your hunting party."

@Willowfern @zenosaurus