Blacktail Deer Plateau yearning for your love

He was antsy. The days since being absorbed in to this collection of strange beasts, Tuvak had adapted easily to the terrain and focused himself upon feasting whenever possible; today was no different as he sought to bulk himself up again.

The boy had managed to kill some kind of rodent - a vole maybe, or a premature possum that would never have survived winter either way, and he carried it proudly between his teeth. As he marched the scent of the fresh kill overwhelmed him - to the point that he wove back and forth over the claim's limit, unaware that another wolf was on patrol.