Porcupine Ridge Bought my fate straight from hell

A heavy snow fell over the ridge, veiling from sight the surrounding mountains. But the wind blew southwest and carried with it the faint scent of other wolves, wolves who were not part of his pack. Farstep hadn't heard the news about their neighbours, being unable to comprehend it, but all he needed was the scent to know. He paused in the deepening snow near the pack's largest lake and snorted, prickling his hackles uneasily.

There wasn't much for the Porcupine Ridge wolves to worry about, though, so he pressed on. The rapidly disappearing tracks of a moose were his guide through the snow. The wolves had attempted to hunt a moose not long ago, but they were unsuccessful. They had wounded it, though, and Farstep was keen to know if the moose that had left these tracks was the same moose they had failed to kill.

He followed the tracks, relying on his sight for now but knowing that soon they would be filled in and scent would be his only clue.

Maybe one of the new members? @Vuk @Aluri @Illea