Swiftcurrent Creek one for the money

It was by chance that the cache which Fox had navigated towards had brought the attention of another. He was already digging it up - but with a different intent than the girl, who sought out the hidden treasure out of need. Between Njal's teeth sat a half-dead fish; a gleaming fat thing that still weakly clung to life. His fangs were sunken in to it's neck (if it had a neck), with chilled blood draining down the man's chin. His front paws were thrust in to the earth wrist-deep as he clawed at it, refusing to give in to the hard texture of the frozen ground. When able, Njal deposited the organism in to its new grave and began to cover it up once more. He kicked the loose soil across it's damp body and was satisfied as the smell of earth overpowered the scent of water.

It was then that Njal caught the scent of a pack-mate, and lifted his head to eagerly survey the plain; he spotted the red girl a moment later and felt a familiar thump in his chest. Njal bayed deeply to her, to catch her attention - they had yet to pass on from a wordless relationship, and Njal was not exactly a social butterfly. He wouldn't be the one to push for their social evolution. A wave of his tail accompanied a second bark, a quieter one, which transitioned in to a happy rumble. The Gamma was quite happy to see her.