The Bracken Woods A Shady Guy

Hungry, Goliath had been taking longer and longer treks away from pack territory. He was searching for a lake, stream, river, anything that could sustain him with more food. He always wanted more. He could always be bigger. He caught site of a dense forest, and without any further thought, treaded deeper into the darkened woods.

He caught smell of many things, most which were too fast for him to catch. If he played his cards right, he could find a stream passing through, or maybe a nest of birds which he could knock down from a tree. He shuffled his large body through bushes and what-not, only to catch a strong, disgusting scent. For a second, he thought it was the nasty scent of a wolverine, a bear, maybe a badger, but no.. It was neither, with reassurance, he could tell it was the unforgettable scent of a lone wolf. 

Readying himself for atleast some conflict, he followed it. More practice with violence would make a better Goliath.