Blacktail Deer Plateau Black is the soul

Finally he spotted the bird up ahead, the brown and Greys of it's feathers contrasting against the snow. It was pecking hole in the snow and then scraping it back, occasionally pulling up a worm that it must have found beneath the snow. He paused for a moment, marvelling at the simple intelligence that must have been why this bird was surviving so Well. Snapping out of it he drew in the scent of the bird once more but much to his surprise that wasn't all he got. There was a female wolf nearby, very close nearby and her scent wasn't anything he had smelled in Easthollow before, he would know as he patrolled many times a day. 


Despite the scent of a stranger being so close to their borders he concentrated on the hunt and crept forward extremely slowly so as not to disturb the bird and as he grew close enough his hind legs tensed up, preparing to jump forward for the bird.