Blacktail Deer Plateau I said baby.. you know I'm going to leave you

It was early morning, but Bastian had long since been awake. He had come across the pair of wolves in the early hours of the day and watched them carefully as they slept, trying his best to draw near without drawing their attention, only to slip away as the sun rose above the horizon, as it gave away his position in the dark. He skittered to the nearest stream, his elk-skin bag at his side as he tore open a small trout, meticulously tearing out each organ of the fish that was kept in tack before eating them, his least favorite — bladder, obviously — to his favorite — the heart, obviously.