Porcupine Ridge evening

Gaining familiarity with the lands would take time and energy. Time was something he would have in ample supply, but his energy would continue to fade quickly if he did not replenish himself with food. Teklar craved meat, and hoards of it. He longed to fill his stomach on the flesh of another being. He longed to feel the hot blood of his victim dripping from his lips. Teklar longed to eat.

He had traveled to the northwest, heading toward the mountains and traversing up the treacherous inclines. The pathway was dangerous and tiring, but he remained steady on his course. The scent of game burned in his nostrils and he stalked after them with renewed strength. His muscles strained to keep him moving on the difficult path, every inhaled breath rewarded with the rich scent of his prey. But there was something else on the night atmosphere as well, the scent of another predator.

Moving with caution, the lone white male kept a wary eye searching for the female of his species.