Whitebark Stream Her namesake

He had decided to go out of borders today to locate some food, mainly searching for large flocks of birds or a herd of deer that he could lead a couple of pack members toward in hopes of bringing back a good meal for the mothers of the pack. So far he had seen nothing and he hadn't even managed to catch a solo hunt that day.

His travels lead him along the banks of a river that eventually lead to a stream where he spotted a female on the shores with a pile of fish that seemed to be too much for just one wolf. On that train of thought he thought about how much the pack needed food, so much more then this healthy female did and he bolted for the pile eyeing the female from the corners of his gaze nervously, ears tucked back against his skull and tail drooped as well looking extremely guilty over what he was doing.