Porcupine Ridge they call holidays an option for a reason,

Why he was going up into the mountains, he didn't know. Perhaps he was tracking prey that seemed to be scarcer than ever, these days, what with all the rumbling. Perhaps he was seeking out the Diasporans, hoping that they were okay in the wake of what seemed like a shitshow there. But mostly, Vercingetorix's human is an impulsive ho and couldn't resist stealing this thread oh-so-close to Kaistleoki.

So -- up he went.

Fortunately, he did find the trail of a wayward mountain goat, cut off from its comrades at some point. He began to track it, stomach already rumbling. He was starving, and most if not all of the kill would go to the kids, anyway -- his own first, and then Speedy's if there was any left. Perhaps he could pick up a snack on the way back.

And then the smell hit him. Smell, and then sight. . .oh, my, oh, my, what a sight. Blackhead lookin' like shit.

This wasn't just a snack, he thought, as he began to prowl down the path toward the old crone. This was a whole goddamn feast.