Moonspear Somewhere out there

Kavos had no present concept of border patrol, but he was an excellent hunter— a fact that had kept him alive so far, and would continue to do so  as long as he didn't sustain crippling injury. For as long as he had all his facilities, even with his subpar social education, he carried with him the natural potential to survive well past the prime of most wolves. Even now, he hunted; ever the predator, and tracking down some recently made trails of a rabbit warren. Of the three stages of hunting—stalking, chasing, and killing—the stalking process was his least favorite portion of the job. But it was well worth the effort if he got a good chase in. His favorite part of hunting. The chase exhilarated him in a manner that it almost didn't matter a lot of the time whether or not he actually made a kill.

He triumphed this time, emerging with a fat jackrabbit between his teeth and a quick hunt for a secluded place to eat it. He hadn't gone very far when he caught Hydra's scent, and changed his meal-toting trajectory to meet her along the Spear's borders.