Blackfoot Forest The greatest adventure is there if you're bold

@Nunataq perhaps?

He'd been tracking a wounded deer for the last couple of days.  He'd been out exploring when he'd come across the scent -- the festering scent had pulled him in like a moth to a flame.  Mal was a dappled vulture in a sense, shadowing the creature he couldn't kill on his own.  If he followed it long enough, maybe it'd just fall over dead and save him the trouble or be so weak that he could just pick it off.  But how long would that take?  Hell if he knew.

Now here in the forest, he lingered at the edge of the shadows, creeping forward as he watched his prey.  Each limping step it took was maybe one more step towards easy food.  Was it strange that he was lurking about on this gloomy day basically guarding what would hopefully be his food?  He lay down in the fragmented light that managed to work its way down to the forest floor on such a gloomy and dampish day for a few minutes -- the deer had stopped to graze.  This section of the Teekons definitely had more packs than most, so he was a little wary about being discovered.  He could do with some luck.  He could wait.