Swiftcurrent Creek I ain't happy; I'm feeling glad.

He wasted no time in stupid planning. A straight line was the fastest way to get where he wanted to go, and only on feeding occasions did the winter prince veer away from his path. The creek, for however cold it was, did not change the facts. It had gotten in his way for the first time that morning, and again in the afternoon as the flow made an odd curve back around. Like a tank he crossed the stream, splashing impressive amounts of water while battle drums seemed to mark his rhythmic and determined march. And the deer caught his eye, and the hunger started to become apparent. It wasn't like he didn't know that the deer was not in fact a deer and instead it was totally a wolf, but Bane simply did not care to differentiate when it came down to hunger. He'd eaten wolf flesh before, and today the looks of the slave made it only easy for him to decide to try and catch an easy meal. Stalking was no longer an option, for he'd made quite a show by rampaging the creek, so the winter beast threw himself to the chase, not even stopping to shake his damp pelt beforehand.