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

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Suddenly, the wolf to mule deer ratio jumped. Peregrine watched apprehensively as a pair of large wolves entered the scene, causing the herd to spook but not flee, at least not yet. He was downwind, so their scents veritably poured into his nose. It was a male and female, possibly a mated pair. They were relatively young and healthy, prime examples of their species. They appeared to be hunting. Their scents were not familiar to him, yet Peregrine guessed he was looking at an Alpha pair, judging by the half a dozen other individual scents woven into their own.

He did not deign to disrupt them, as they had easily twice as good a chance at felling something. Peregrine did not intend to ask them to share, either. He just wanted to observe. Perhaps they would feed and then abandon their kill, so he could scavenge some fresh meat to take home. The Gamekeeper certainly wasn't above a free meal, especially not with little Elwood Jr in mind. He maintained his position, lying low, jade eyes sharp and all other senses tuned to the outsiders' hunt.