Lost Creek Hollow there is black coal filling up our homes

He nodded in agreement — Mordecai preferred larger game as well. There was something much more rewarding in the spirit of the hunt when a large beast was felled, but it served the purpose of being worth more food as well. With the winter months upon them, it was large game that he preferred to try and suss out, though it would obviously be some time before he really considered himself able to hunt. But the organization and tracking of such things were not difficult to do, bum leg and missing eye. At least, he did not believe them to be as such.

"How are you at tracking them?" He decided to investigate such further; perhaps Root would be able to aid them wholly, rather than concentrating her efforts on how she could help him. While all wolves could hunt, Mordecai knew that for the most part only he and Luke particularly excelled at it. Harlyn had her skills as well from what he had seen and knew from experience, but hunting was not as much of a sport for her as it was for her co-leaders.