Blacktail Deer Plateau home, and my music's playing

despite the month-long journey behind him, aditya's paws still itched for adventure. it was an itch he found himself constantly scratching throughout his life, setting off for one destination or another. now, though, he was accountable to a pack, a member of their fold--he couldn't just take off anymore.

so here he was this afternoon, wandering through the northwestern part of the territory. there were small bands of turkeys here, and aditya thought that maybe he could snag a couple, bring them back for the kids and for grayday, recuperating from his injury.

it was a still day so far, but clouds toward the coast indicated that snow was on the way. aditya thought it would be best to do his hunting quickly and get back to the den, curl up and ride out the flakes. he had a not-so-little hope that dawn would join him there; they could keep warm together.