Golden Glade all dip is just mayo

aengus was hungry. he’d been roused from his nap by the sound of his own stomach grumbling throughout the den walls. he’d thought it was thunder, but when his eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at the shimmering sun and blue skies, he knew that he needed to find something to eat. they were still a bit too young to go out and watch the adults hunt, but the young bull was eager to see what that was like. he wondered how challenging it was to fell large creatures, and how many others it would take to bring down something like an elk or a moose.
 
the more he thought about food, the hungrier he grew. aengus roamed out into the pack, nose to the earth in search of the juicy scent that would bring a sigh of relief from his lips. all he wanted was to find a cache that someone had created nearby. why couldn’t things be as simple as he’d like for them to be?