Whitefish River What the night knows

Night was approaching fast over the land, but this did not bother Beckett. He was sure he'd find what he was looking for soon enough. The bulky male was searching for an abandoned campsite that had supposedly been left to rot by the humans who set it up months ago. Perhaps he would find lots of goodies to take back to his collection!

"Damnit, that little rat's information better not be wrong... I put two day's work into that agreement," the large wolf grumbled, murky brown eyes scanning from side to side as he followed the riverbed south. He was told that he'd find a clearing opening up from the forest somewhere along this river, and from there he could follow a trail that would lead to the campsite. Beckett hoped he'd find it soon; Looking for something in the dark wasn't exactly the easiest of tasks. Too engrossed in his search, however, Beckett did not even notice that someone was approaching from the opposite direction.