Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

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The small pack hunt this morning had ended in failure. After taking a break at the rendezvous site for a few hours, Peregrine set out again on his own. He struck a scent trail near the borders and followed it due north toward Big Salmon Lake. Although quite protective of his home, particularly these days, he didn't mind leaving it on occasion, especially not in pursuit of game. And he no longer dreaded running into someone he knew. He almost wanted to be approached out here now, if it meant he could deter these outsiders from coming to his doorstep.

He discovered a small band of mule deer browsing near the shoreline and settled down to observe them for a little while. Peregrine didn't think he would be able to take this kind of risk, yet he would keep an eye out in case an opportunity presented itself. There were a few calves in the little herd. Perhaps an adventurous one would straggle away from the group. Tender calf meat would be the perfect sustenance for the nursing Finley.