Verdant Basin my feet shall run because of you

The air nipped at his skin, though he was not bothered, his thick fur shielding him from the worst of winter's bite. He followed Silaluk as she lead them from the mountain and into a valley, eyes and nose alert as ever for any signs of food. They had picked up a companion along the way, one who was like them. She did not share their beastly form, but had a fighting spirit and the scars to prove it. He felt the soft touch of her whiskers against his shoulder and cast her a quick look with a lifted lip, all too eager to remind her of her place should she overtake either he or his aunt.

He then looked to Silaluk as she suddenly paused and, at her subtle gesture, he too stopped. His golden eyes brightened as he spotted it too — a deer. It was a tiny, meagre-looking thing that he would have ignored if other herds were nearby. However, it was the only fresh game he had seen in a while that was alone and unaware. His heart started pounding with excitement, stomach rumbling with ever-present hunger. He faintly noted two other scents floating around, though ignored them in favour of his primary interest.

When Silaluk moved, the boy stalked forward, branching off slightly from her path as she made her way towards the other wolves. If they were to engage in a hunt, it would be easier split up.