Silver Moraine berkanan; sustenance

Grayday was in the moraine for some reason, even though he really doesn't have a reason to go wandering blindly through this somewhat treacherous terrain. Whatever. He was there, sniffing around and hoping for signs of Easy when he caught wind of a stranger. That was fine - many wolves used the floor as a roadway of sorts, even though the gravel was the Worst thing on the planet.

There was just enough light that when he looked up, he could see a stark figure nosing through a berry bush - and eating, apparently.

"That stuff isn't good for you, you know," said the older male. This may or may not have been true, but his mother had always warned him against eating anything but meat unless a doctor gave it to him. A trustworthy doctor.