Porcupine Ridge black mousepad that needs a cleaning

@Terich-mir for when you have time! No rush, and assuming this occurs after this thread and that Capriccio told Tagg they were joining him ;)

He was pleased. He had found a place that not only spoke to his heart, but would serve his needs and the needs of his wolves. The land was plentiful of small game in gophers, porcupines and hares, while bighorn sheep and mountains goats could be found in abundance in the higher reaches of the peaks, with moose among the forests and hollows further down. He could want for nothing more, and felt sure of his decision to lay claim here rather than seek a position in the ranks of another pack.

He skirted one of the spring-fed lakes and descended into a hollow, slipping among the trees and startling a woodpecker higher into the boughs of an old pine. Its trunk had a paw-sized hole dug out near the base, a scattering of chips below. The work of the very same bird that now chirped and peered suspiciously at him. He glanced up at it, his eyes taking in the sharp contrast of black and white feathers and the shock of red on its crown, before he moved on. His pace was leisurely as he scouted.