Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

A howl. From Tonravik. Damn it. The female was particularly frustrating in this going rogue business. She had a nasty habit of wandering off alone and coming back with battle wounds. They'd speak after this. Or growl at each other until they reached some sort of understanding that no matter how powerful she was, she was also not infallible. Until then, he was quick to his paws and followed that call all the same. Hunting. So much better than full combat, but risky all the same.

He huffed, breath escaping from his nostrils as he moved down the slopes of the spine to join her in the forest. She'd called for food. Whatever she was hunting would not be so perturbed by the heavy footfalls of her peers. He abandoned stealth in favor of speed as he pushed through the undergrowth and followed her scent and trails of abandoned urine. That bladder control, or lack of it, was a dead giveaway not matter how much she tried to conceal her impulses.

Soon he arrived on the scene. He joined her on this hunt only to discover it was already over. Her teeth sunk into the rich flesh of the fallen moose and while she scarfed down her meal, Kerosene lingered near the corpse. This moose had been harassed, not taken down swiftly. Surely its wounds attracted a number of beasts. Instead of eating, he stood sentinel. Ears turned, swiveling atop his head as he scented the area for not only the fell moose... but a second wolf as well. A growl rumbled in his chest. His mate would eat undisturbed.