Deepwood Weald while I burst into flames

The need to provide the Fen pack with food drove Valtyr further and further away from the usually lush territory. However, each dale and forest he passed was the same: barren with hardly a trace of greenery. It felt as if larger prey had disappeared overnight... but even small game was difficult to come by. He worried for the pack. Would they have to relocate? Where could they possible go? These thoughts consumed him until two pointed brown ears stuck up from the bramble. A hare!

Without warning Val recklessly jumped into action - charging the rabbit as to not lose the element of surprise. Yet his efforts were wasted as the animal disappeared into its warren a few feet away. The young wolf let out a loud "AUGH!" as he came to a screeching hault. Another missed opportunity. Nettled by his own inability, the Sveijarn turned to head deeper into the nearby wood. A silver wolf stood just on the treeline... had he been watching the whole time?