Bramblepoint [BWP P5 Prey Opportunity] tuktuvak

Dragomir was tracing the stale remnants of his mother's scent on the ground near Moonspear, working himself into a frothing frenzy with rage that she dared to step close to his home after all she'd done and obsessing over it in an unhealthy and frantic manner, when he stumbled upon the moose's scent. It cut through everything else and quieted the crying inside his heart, for his hunger was greater than his anger, as molten hot as that was.

There was something unsettling about the scent of the moose, something more metallic than blood and more pungent than rot. Dragomir was young and inexperienced and hungry and found that easy to overlook at present. His nose, unfailing as it was, led him along its trail with ease. He should have known from the signs of trampled foliage and the destruction of fallen trees that there was something terribly wrong with the situation, but right now his growling belly had control over his brain.

He never found the moose. Hydra's voice rose over Bramblepoint like the crystalline tolling of a bell and Dragomir halted, ears pricked. It was the sound of an alarm. Torn between pursuing the moose and rallying to his lead wolf's call, Dragomir hesitated, licking his drool-slick lips and whining softly. It was enough to clear his head, at least. Another deep inhale brought him not the scent of meat, but the putrid odour of sickness. This time his belly tensed not with hunger, but with fear. That smell was not food.

Turning from the trail with a disappointed sigh and the traitorous rumbling of his stomach, Dragomir made to follow Hydra back to Moonspear.