Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

Oh, no. This is going to the caches, Dragomir politely refused, though it was difficult to swallow down his desire to eat. Nothing beat a fresh meal, and there was no wolf more hungry than a young one fresh to adulthood, except maybe a loner who didn't have a pack to help feed them. It was tantalizing like the smell of freshly baked bread or the promise of a hot, home cooked meal, but he'd already decided this marmot was for the pack, not him. He would rather sup on a less substantial kill and give back to the mountain. If he secured a second marmot, then perhaps he would partake of that.

He spared a few minutes to dig a small hollow at the base of a tree and stuffed the carcass into it, giving it a longing stare before covering it back up with dirt. A sprinkling of urine completed his temporary storage. He would return to find it and carry it to a proper cache later. Scanning the long-limbed Desdemona with a grateful eye, the boy said, all right, let's go find that other one. I thought I smelled two by the river. This one came down here. Maybe we can catch the other one's trail there? Wasting no time, he kicked his feet into a trot that would take them to the riverbank where he first discovered their trails.