Swiftcurrent Creek Lost and Confused

His eyes were stern and predatory in equal measure as he watched the massive grey wolf scarf down the poultry with relative ease in comparison with the mess he’d made of the dated ram carcass. He continued to watch after him with a sharp, trained gaze as Ferdie made his way away, presumably to accept whatever fate their rusty-coloured leader would deal him.

When he finally did look away it was a redirection of his focused attention towards the northern-furred female who was already gone, a feat that only she could accomplish in his presence. He thought nothing of it, at the time, and with a complete lack of suprise he simply took off at a languid lope to track down what he felt he needed most just then: prime napping grounds.