Grouse Thicket Hakkerskaldyr.

After his conversation with Wildfire, Tulimaq had not known what to do with himself for a hot minute. He eventually fell in to his old habit of patrolling, marking, and investigating around the claim. When it seemed as if his work was finished, he thought of an extracurricular job — the one he'd discussed with the Alpha earlier in the day — and set about trying to find a body of water that might hold some fish. Maybe if he could find some place suitable for lessons, he could help her keep her mind off of things. It would have to be slow moving enough to allow fishing, but not so slow that it was frozen over.

Eventually he made his way from the copse to neutral ground outside of the intended claim's limits, although it was hard to tell with the dim light slanting through the boughs. As Tulimaq made his way he caught the scent of grouse and felt his belly rumble and gurgle, perhaps to remind him he'd given up a chance at a free meal and he needed to eat. Grouse was too small for a beefy man like himself; he'd find that water source and bring some tasty fish back with him though, that seemed like a good plan.

Except the thicket didn't hold any signs of a lake, pond, river, or anything he could probably fish in. Tulimaq paused over a patch of dug-out snow where he thought he found a different scent (like something familiar, kind of earthy like rabbit), and was hit by the pungent aroma of fresh blood. This drew him through the thicket at a more deliberate pace, until he spotted a limp looking bird with a dark silhouette sitting ominously beside it.