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

To the male's departure Kerosene merely nodded and watched as the wolf dragged the fawn back in the direction of his home. He lingered, letting the subtle breeze of this place linger in his fur until the wolf disappeared beyond the horizon. Only then did his eyes shift and fall upon his mate who decided it was time to eat again. He chuffed lightly, releasing a sigh as he scanned the area once more before turning back to pick off the rest of their meal.

There was plenty left to eat. He ate all that he could consume in this time and called it good. Ears flicking, he moved aside and dozed while Tonravik picked at it's nimble bones. It was nice to know there were still packs that upheld the old traditions. Nicer still to know they were close by. It meant whatever message the Spine put out would be reinforced by their neighbors. This wilderness was theirs. They'd each protect it in their own way.

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