Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Valtyr had made numerous trips through the Bramblepoint during the famine, albeit stealthily. Three packs were stationed on either side of the thorny woof, and the Southerner wasn't interested in getting caught in his neighbor's hunting grounds. He had never met wolves from the other packs, and intended to keep waves to a minimum. However, as prey became more and more scarce around the Fen, Valtyr was forced to travel farther and farther on a never ending search -- one time ending North as Deepwood Weald. Bramblepoint was a nice shaded passage... but, on this day, he hadn't anticipated finding one bear feasting off another's carcass.

The pungent scent of blood and bear was heavy in the air and it has masked Brandy's perfume as Valtyr crept towards the scene. Every fiber of sinew was taught in his body. The ursine predators were fearsome... even moreso in such desperate times. Yet, hunger gnawed at the young man's being and goaded him forwards. Penny copper eyes were ablaze as his ears picked, on alert. Before the bears came into sight a howl rang out. Brandy? Valtyr's pace picked up as he came to her side. She must have been out hunting, too.

His shoulder brushed Brandy's as he halts, peering beyond the trees to see a wasted black bear being rapidly consumed by its kin. Saliva pooled into the Sveijarn's mouth as he watched and thinks. They needed more muscle to chase off the bear or, better yet, kill it -- but a starving beast was sure to be ferocious, and Valtyr knew he was weak with hunger. And what of the other packs? Valtyr's gaze darted around nervously for signs of other canines. The two Fen wolves were in a bad position, but they couldn't afford to miss such an opportunity. He hoped the rest of the pack would soon arrive so that they may claim this bounty for Broken Antler Fen.