Whitebark Stream Don't drag me along to your slaughterhouse.

With a cache dug out in preparation for the pack's first stores, Artyom assumed a hunt - though not for himself. He and Dawn were not the only driving force behind Whitebark, and it only seemed appropriate to integrate with the others. A social butterfly, the golden wolf felt most comfortable in the company of his own kind, so delivering a gift seemed like a good starting point to building solid relationships with new packmates.

There didn't seem to be much on offer, but after patiently waiting in his hiding place for what felt like an eternity, he managed to succeed in catching a foraging squirrel by surprise. It dangled lifeless between his jaws as he turned and ventured deeper into the territory, eyes alert for any sign of a hard-working comrade in need of a snack.