Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

His investigations were halted further when Harlyn turned up alongside of him — on his good side, at that — and brought him to bring his gaze to her. He reached out to nudge her fondly, teasing the courser hairs of her shoulder. It had been her he was interested in finding originally to know how the hunt had gone, but of course the world had its way of throwing a wrench into their plans. Beyond her as he gazed behind them both, he had anticipated seeing Luke, and found that the blue-nosed beta was nowhere in sight. That seemed unlike him, but that was as far as his thoughts went as they were funneled to attention by the lilt of his co-leader's voice.

He hadn't forgotten about the bear and for a moment, the wonder as to where it had gone soured him. Between it and the cougar, they had their share of some unfortunate events in a short time. But given those that had gathered here to investigate the ruined cache, it seemed to have bolstered their numbers and strength. "It's a possibility," he piped up, "a bear could have made easy work of this if they were hungry enough. And I don't think it would have loitered with as many of us are there are now." They had been in a sorely worse place when the bear thought it could have challenged them.

He gave the tracks around another once-over, nose lingering over them. "Maybe this happened during the night, too. There's more than one set of tracks through here, so I'd say it's had a few more visitors than just a bear." Wouldn't have been the first time either; they had their caches strewn about at least once before that he could recall. Smaller prey was notorious for it, weasels and carrion and the like. He snorted out a breath, clearing his senses, and rolled his shoulders in a shrug as his head raised again.