Panther Park white winter hymnal

At the sight of his pregnant wife's berry coated maw, he chuckled deeply breathing in the sweet scent of her breath as she kissed him. Her comment made him pause for a moment to consider how he physically felt, and the response was an audible growl from his stomach. Giving her a sheepish grin he nodded "I should hunt." He agreed almost apologetically as he knew she didn't like killing anything, even prey.



Sniffing at the ground as they walked he caught scent of something that made him lift his head and sniff with interest. He bounded away a few feet and pawed at the snow, uncovering the remains of elk feces. Gleefully he recognized the specific smell of the herd he had tracked before "it's them. The same herd. I wish to check it out if I may?"  He requested, not wanting to do anything that would upset Olive.