Grouse Thicket Last hurrah

@Radar

The massively large male casually walked through the forest at a steady pace, his long strides equaling to a brisk walk for an average sized wolf. With golden eyes peeled for any signs of food, the black furred wolf swivelled his ears in attempt to catch the sounds of the forest, nose twitching to find the scents. 

He was a large male, standing above the normal size of an average mackenzie valley wolf. And with big muscles and thick fur, he could be mistaken for a black bear. Though he may come off as intimidating, he usually wore a kind smile, like he did now. He was appropriately named Blackburn, with his coat being pitch black and eyes a burning gold. Plus he could be fiery on the inside as well.

But now he wasn't showing his arrogance, though he did hold himself in a confident posture, as usual. His main concern now was food, with his size he had to stay well fed, but that wasn't always easy since he wasn't the best hunter there ever was. Just a hare or a squirrel would do for now. If only he knew someone in these lands who knew where good hunting grounds were.