Horizon Ridge Heavens Not Enough

While the horrors of the rock slide still stood in the ridge's mind it seemed like everyone was getting along well. Injuries were healing, the pack's cache of prey stayed filled. Each day Gavriil rose and hunted, patrolled the borders, them returned to the beach where he stood looking out unto the blue sea, day dreaming. On this day the male has hunted a few hares that he prompty stored for the pack, then he took one to eat for himself.

Carrying the lifeless body of the grey rabbit in his jaws the bear like male trotted over to the rocks overlooking the beach. It's lifeblood spilled along the path that the male took to the cliff. Like a bull in a china shop he plopped down and began to chew on the rabbit eating his fill and looking out onto the sea. The sounds of waves crashing onto the sandy beach calmed him. In this moment he had found paradise.