King Elk Forest if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail

@Saena

There was not a cloud in the sky and the breeze was so slight it could barely be felt against one's ear tips. It could not have been a worse afternoon for hunting, but Rexxar tried; his gut was pinched with hunger. Scenting was poor in the hot, dry conditions, and he flushed a grouse before he knew it was there. He chased a few steps, but he knew the bird would travel far and had been made wary, so his effort would be for nought. He turned away, and sought game in another direction, fighting to keep the faint breeze in his nose as it shifted direction every other minute. The next quarry to thwart him was a groundhog. It had not strayed far from its den, and disappeared down its den as Rexxar's teeth snapped the air just a hair's breadth from the creature's tail.

Hungry and defeated, the smokey wolf plucked a stout, foot-long branch from the ground and carried it to the river bank. Here he settled to his stomach in the shade offered by a thick tree trunk and busied himself chewing.