Great Bear Wilderness And does the hunter always walk alone?

Vindyll felt his shoulders burning from his plight, as he was tearing along the scattered trees of the forest on the heels of the hare, which seemed to always be one tail ahead of him. He could feel himself tiring from the chase, and with a determined surge of his sore legs, he leapt forward and felt the tips of his incisors sink deep into their mark of the prey. He picked himself and his kill off of the icy ground, ears flattening as he stepped away from what smelled like a pack border he'd nearly crossed. Giving his coat a slight shake to rid it of the flaky snow, he turned and began to walk off in the opposite direction, tail waving back and forth with the anticipation of finding a place to lie down and have his meal. He had to lift his paw higher than normal to trudge through the snow, which was awkward for him and made his movements uncertain.