Verdant Basin my feet shall run because of you

While there was many a pack along the coast, there were far too little loners wandering the sandy shores. Athan pushed inland, delving into the Hinterlands, hunger driving him forth.

He figured that there would be more packs here, more wolves wandering. The land, even with the advent of winter, was fertile. He trotted past herd after herd of deer and elk, both large and small through his wandering. They were startled by his presence, but they were of little importance to him. He could not care less about them. In times of extreme hunger, perhaps he would have paid them mind, but there were plenty of wolves here to sate him.

Just like the female there, lurking in the grass near an expansive body of water. His ears perked as he saw her, a small smirk on his face. He was not desperately hungry, but he did not want to get to that point. Not in winter. He would take when he could, if he could. And now he weighed her, judged her body against his own, like she might be doing to the deer in the distance, the one he half ignored.