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

even further ahead ~~ @Kerosene

By now, Tonravik was hungry. A pack hunt would occur when they returned. In the meantime? She and her mate followed the trail of mule deer. She gestured to her mate. The two of them were large enough to take down a smaller one, if they could work together to separate one. Peregrine, downwind, was missed by the mother-to-be, who as of now was two weeks along. The leader could still hunt, and there was no sign of the life that brewed within her womb.

The mule deer were aware of their presence, given their lack of cover. Still, she waited for a cue from her mate that he was ready to harass with her, and to separate the animals from one another so they could weed out the weak.