Swiftcurrent Creek Fear knows no bounds...

The snow squished beneath his paws as he traversed the land. A rabbit freshly caught hung limp from his jaws. The large Mackenzie valley wolf's goal today was to find and place to sleep and may-haps if all went well; call home.

He caught the scent in the air and now he knew he had crossed an invisible line he had now entered a territory.
He knew this territory belonged to some wolf, however he could find no trace of another wolf as of yet.

So he sat upon the ground beneath a tall fir tree, and dropped the rabbit unceremoniously upon the ground. Ferdie shifted, glancing over his shoulder at his fine pelt to make sure it was perfectly neat. He liked that about winter if not anything else; That his coat was free of debris, the only thing he need to worry about is the matting by his paws.

As he waited he began to groom the lower half of his legs to a desirable cleanliness. Upon completion of that his keen eyes began to seek out the land around him, he noted the small animal activity in the trees even though the winter had been long.

Ferdie Von Pelt glanced toward the sky; was that where he was to find his long lost pups... probably not anytime soon. His lifelong goal was proving more and more futile by the day and his song that began low in his throat began to take on tone of sad loneliness, began to embody that realization.

He howled toward the heavens for no reason other than his own satisfaction however should another wolf hear and respond that would make his day, if not the rabbit caught from outside this packs territory would make a fine supper. His stomach rumbled in agreement.