Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

She was uneasy – this time, not from her own fading confidence. No, it was because of a group of wolves setting up nearby to them, and with her form tense, she prowled through the snow, her intent quite clear – she was seeking Taggarik.
 
She found him – a brilliant ebony form against the stark ivory snow. He cut an impressive figure, and the she-wolf paused a moment to regard him with consideration. A hare dangled from his jaws – a fine catch, and with a half-smile, the co-regal softened her pace, stealing toward him with intent.
 
Her pale eyes studied him as she gained ground between them, and uttering a gentle bark, she aimed to gain his attention.