Fox's Glade [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] choria

Can be skipped as needed! He's just creepin in the bg

He headed south after his encounter with that addle-minded man by the river, not wanting to stick around in case that volcano nearby decided to spew even more lava upon the surrounding lands. The thinning prey up north also helped with his decision; Redshank assumed the herds and smaller animals had all fled to the mildly warmer territories towards the Flatlands.

He quickly discovered, however, that not only was food just as scarce, the land-shaking tremors also remained, uprooting trees and felling entire cliff faces. It seemed the entirety of the Wilds was in a state of disarray. Redshank pressed on though, as the all-too-familiar feeling of hunger began to gnaw at his stomach once more, certain he would come across something, however meagre.

His slouched form shot upright as he heard the lone call of the buck echo out from the glade. He was not so stupid as to think he could take one down by himself, but curiousity (and hunger) urged him to investigate. The Cairn silently followed where the call had come from, treading as lightly as he could as he made his way towards the scene before coming to a stop at a distance and crouching low behind a boulder. Others had already gathered. The two smaller wolves he did not recognise, but the third...

He withheld a sharp intake of breath as he breathed a curse. It was that bitch. It had been a long time since the incident, but Redshank had not forgotten her face. He still remembered being held down by her and that other bastard, his leg almost snapped in two by Rannoch's command. Hackles beginning to raise, he watched on warily, ready for an opportunity to present itself.