Qeya River carnivore

It felt good to get out and stretch his legs, so to speak. It wasn't as if after becoming King of Frostfire Ridge that Tezcacoatl had taken to being lazy because it was the exact opposite. He had never trained harder. As a perfectionist he strove to always better himself and this showed in the way he pushed himself, but it was also to prove that he was worthy to lead; and not just in the diplomatic sense. He had always intended to forego the “second alpha during times of war” thing, seeing no sense in it. If he was to have a woman beside him she would have to earn it and his trust would have to be well placed; as of currently there was only one woman he dared to trust enough to such thing — not that he was in any hurry to fill the rank beside him. It was meant for his queen, his wife ...if ever such a thing happened to him (as to which he was on neutral grounds with, neither optimistic or pessimistic). Tezcacoatl knew Xiuhcoat was planning to sabotage his careful months of planning, to tear down his kingdom from the inside out. Knowing that she intended him ill made him feel slightly better: he assumed that it meant that the surprise was gone, that he would be prepared, or maybe he was wrong. He would cross that bridge when he arrived at it, if it came to be. 

Tezcacoatl had stepped out of the Ridge's territory earlier in the morning, following the snaking Qeya River as he casually tracked a herd of deer on their grazing path. When they stopped for the afternoon, Tezcacoatl lingered for a while, watching them before he moved on. He hadn't had any intentions of hunting (besides it would take more than himself) simply taking mental note of their favored grazing grounds where the clovers seemed to inhabit the most. He knew that he should have been heading back to Frostfire soon, but he lingered along the river's path, enjoying the momentary peace from constantly watching his back.