Swiftcurrent Creek Memories trace along the grounds

Large black body, red ribboned throughout. Sky blue eyes lifted towards the sun. A puff of air fell from his lips as the morning chill, settled into his bones. Today he would need to start hunting, because he had yet to find a pack and soon enough, nothing would be left.

So with years of hunting behind him, he bent to the task of hunting. He'd have liked to find another to hunt a deer and split the kill, but he hadn't found anyone worth walking with for a time. Not that he was picky, he was just unsure of motives and knew no one here in this space.

Nose to the ground he moved. Well toned shoulders bent forward as he moved.