Ravensblood Forest head-rush

Hunting thread #2! Possibly a sub-territory discovery?

The forest was dense in so many places. Too dense for his round-edged figure to squeeze through, despite being a bit smaller than the average wolf. Nassim had never questioned his size before and had always been a happy little carnivore; devouring whatever food was laid out before him. He was active enough in his natal pack to keep the fat off of his body, for the most part. And then when he went on his adventure, he had slimmed down even further — but the bulk of his fur, being dense and double-coated in a way that hearkened back to his hybrid ancestors, always made him look like a ripe black cherry.

In the dark of the forest, he was a squishy, fluffy mess. Nassim had spent a few hours scouting the area and getting acquainted, but all he had to show for it was a mess of tangled fur throughout his belly and throat (where his grey beard grew long and shaggy), while brambles, twigs, and crushed bits of leaf-litter had somehow found their way in to the red hair of his dorsal side. He hadn't managed to find much aside from a few mice, which he selfishly had gobbled up on the spot. If Nassim was to prove himself, he'd have to find something big! Something grand! Something that would show everyone (who he hadn't met yet, the dummy) that he meant business!

Serious business.