Porcupine Ridge And the land of a billion lights

Farstep rose, muddy and panting, from the hole he'd dug. Before leaving the plateau, the tawny male had caught a skinny hare rooting about one of the abandoned wolf dens, and he'd immediately sought out a safe place to store it when he crossed his pack's borders. The base of a willow overlooking a small pond seemed perfect. It was here that he emerged, shook his coat free of loose dirt and brown snow, and began to pack down the earth around his meager kill.