Hideaway Strath One in the chamber, blood in the water, my love

It was the scent of wolves that reeled Ephraim in from the wilds, but when he clambered over their inconvenient rock pile and penetrated past their territory defences, he was met with a surprising lack of resistance. The territory still smelled strongly of them, but no guards came to investigate the foreign scent in their home. A stroke of fortune for Ephraim, at last.

He found their caches quickly, snooping about the territory with a slowly growing sense of unease. Each one he came across was empty. He dug them up with the fervor of a man whose sole need in life was their contents, but there was no food to be found in Asterism Grove's former territory. These wolves, unbeknownst to Ephraim, had faced worse hardships than he when they exhausted their food supply while trapped here.

Frustration bubbled in his throat in the form of a growl as yet another former cache produced nothing. That was when the coywolf gave up and returned to the rocks, which he struggled over in a more foul mood and less inconspicuous manner than he had when entering.