Stone Circle do no harm

Although there were decidedly more pups than the male had first assumed, Easthollow seemed to be a good pack, all in all. They didn't expect him to see to their young, and in fact, appeared to want him as far from them as he could possibly be. That day well with Murdock, who had never been great with pups even through his first two (rather short-lived) runs at fatherhood.

Instead of worrying about the pups, the male was able to put his time toward hunting. He'd only gone after small game thus far, but had contributed a fair amount to the caches nevertheless. Today, he decided that he'd hunted quite enough for the time being, and was busying himself with tidying up one of the caches near to his favorite sleeping hole. Something inside of it had been giving off a ripe smell, and Murdock had emptied it that morning to see what was the matter.

A small pile of rotting remains laid a few yards away while Murdock dug away at the cache, clearing away the slimy,  rancid dirt at the bottom. It might not smell very nice to some, but to a wolf, it was a rather pleasing experience. Especially for Murdock, who was as fond of digging as he was of anything. Half-buried in the dirt and bowed as if in play to accommodate the low ceiling of the cache, the male happily dug away. His tail arched up behind him, wagging merrily as he worked.