Ouroboros Spine blood for the bloodgoat

Impromptu hunt, post failed hunt!

The pack had been unable to do much with the elk, given the fact that the bull elk, strong and wise for his age, had caught on to the fact that the wolf population had returned and was ready to strike the herd again. He looked out for his herd, and did it well; his massive rack afforded the herd its life, as the Spine tested them out. But none shied when the elk bellowed, and the wolves, after hours of waiting, were left wanting.

Wolves could last a long time without food, and given that the Spine had succeeded in each hunt thus far during her reign, this one miss would cause none to starve with the great amount of meat in their stores. Still. The leader had caught onto the smell of blood from a smaller (than elk) but no less difficult prey. It was an injured doe, and the leader was on its trail. A kill was a kill. And if any were hungry, they would not be for much longer if all went well here.