Big Salmon Lake descended from the rift

Earlier this year, when Birk had visited the Southern areas for the first time, he had come accross remnants of a large kill with plenty of meat left on the bones. After having his fill, having shooed away some hungry foxes and coyotes, as well as exchanged quite a few strong words with the crows, he had taken the juiciest bit of the hind foot and taken it to the Bramblepoint. At that time the Earth had not yet been frozen, therefore it had been easy for him to dig a hallow and hide the treasure.

Now - many months later he remembered one day about the secret stash and decided to look for it. An idea that had seemed very good at first, but after two hours had passed in a fruitless search, Birk concluded that he had no idea of, where he had hidden that food. The second conclusion was - that the Bramblepoint forest was wa-a-a-ay bigger than he remembered it to be.

Right around the same time, when the dark she-wolf from the Moonspear had taken a short break at the lake, Birk emerged from the forest, heading in the same direction. However, once having taken notice of the stranger, the man stopped in his tracks to observe, where the unknown wolf intended to go next and perhaps guess, what it's plans might be.