Totoka River Old faces

@Valette

Steady had left the packlands early that morning, once again, to try and find food for the pack. The adults all seemed to be contributing to feeding the pups at the expense of themselves, and it was beginning to show. Steady's own body was leaner than usual, his belly sunken in as a telltale sign that he was underfed. But, though they were sometimes hungry, the pups didn't have to beg for long before they got meals, and that's what matter the most right now. Surely, the greens of the land would return in full, and with it, their prey. They just had to stick it out a while longer.

He had followed the river starting at Gyrfalcon's Peak, through Ravensblood Forest, and onto the beach, where it emptied out into the ocean. He had hoped what little prey was left would need the water, and therefore he might find something. But not one hint of food had passed his nose or his eyes. He sighed, sitting back on his haunches as the ocean breeze filtered through his coat.