Blackfeather Woods If you go down to the wood today...

The winter had begun long ago, and Brown had to eat as much as he could, or he would freeze to death. He lumbered towards towards a pack's border. He knew that it was't easy to catch a wolf, and it wasn't part of his diet, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He found a dead wolf on the ground, which confused him, but he ripped it apart and began consuming it nonetheless. How that wolf died, Brown didn't care, food was food to him.

 He thought he heard a wolf, but that wasn't important right now. He needed the food. He let a little growl just incase there was a wolf there. He didn't want anyone to disturb his meal. Though, he didn't look up, but continued his feast.