Dragoncrest Cliffs Worn down, two bit diners and dachshunds

The snowy wolf followed the footsteps he had made prior to his hunt, a fat rabbit clenched in his jaws. Days earlier he had discovered shelter, once occupied by a badger or raccoon, a den formed naturally in the rocky ground. Vegas had spent a day or so in excavation, expanding the crevice, digging into the stony earth and removing the largest stones he could muster relative to his size and strength. The result was not quite impressive, but suitable; a roomy cavern in which to rest between his days of roaming.

It was towards his den that he loped, planning to spend the evening there enjoying his meal. His intentions, however, were abruptly interrupted by the sight of two travelers. One of them moved close to the hip of the other, leading Vegas to believe that they were a mother and daughter pair. He stalled a moment, debating whether to approach or leave them be. His worrisome nature got the better of him, however, and so the lanky wolf sped his pace until he walked alongside them, giving them a few feet of space to show that he was not a threat.

A muffled chuff alerted them of his presence, as the rabbit was still clutched in his fangs. He wore the slightest of grins, ears and tail in a neutral position.