Gyrfalcon's Keep in all chaos there is calculation [m]

The silver wanderer had followed the river towards Gyrfalcon's Keep, his stomach rumbled softly in hunger. He had traveled from the shores of the sea to this place, he was both tired and hungry but was alert. Ears pricked, eyes scanning. There might be other predators or hostile wolves nearby, but all he wanted was a good meal and rest before journeying back home to the Creek. They might need him.

He crouched down, tail skimming low over the rocky trail and pounced, jaws clamping down on a fat mouse and swallowed. It wasn't much, didn't even take off the edge of his hunger but it was a start. Hopefully something bigger would come by, he wouldn't be able to take down a deer or other bigger animals. That would take a group, but a squirrel or rabbit would be great, or fish and duck. There might be a creek nearby.

The ashen male climbed up the steep slope until it opened up into a rocky meadow. Maybe there was a rabbit or two nearby, or a squirrel though those were a bit harder. There should be a Creek nearby, silently cursing himself for not eating before leaving the shore, he trotted forward, black tip of his tail flicking slowly.

A gust of wind ruffles his fur and brings along another wolf scent.