Moonspear surefire abandon

He ventured into the night, drawn to the familiar scent of blood. Descending the icy slopes with careful steps, Talion paused to peer over the edge and spotted the body of a dead coyote, but saw no sign of the creature that killed it.

Continuing onward, the peppered yearling breathed deep the metallic tang in the air and made to approach the carcass with caution. He hoped it was a simple case of his pack-mates stopping the coyote from raiding their caches, and not the result of a larger predator. He'd seen signs of bears during his short time on Moonspear, but had yet to actually find one in the flesh.

Talion did not recognose the scent that the attacker had, though he found her paw prints through the snow and followed them. He merely wished to check in on his comrade and be sure that she hadn't sustained any injuries in the fight with the trespassers, and hoped for the opportunity to better integrate himself among the pack by seeking their companionship.

He had not been expecting Hydra, nor the tiny coyote cub tucked close to her chest. From the few yards between them, the boy blinked dumbly down at the slumbering babe, then with curiosity at the dark she-wolf.