Firefly Glen Eòlach

Kinloch did not mind falling back. It allowed him the time to check the area for signs of herds, for markings from prey animals. Willow would be able to take a strong lead. He would sniff out a path for them and the silver man would follow with a watchful eye.

As he drew nearer to the place where Willow and the stag were frozen, he caught the scent of the deer. Kinloch's paws adopted swiftness that did not suit his large frame. With his head low and his shoulders rolling with his long strides, it was not long before he found the place where his brother and their prospective lunch stood.

The deer sparked to life, darting into the woods.

Kinloch lunged after it, driven by hunger.