Swiftcurrent Creek Finding who I am a little more everyday

The boy decided to venture out for a bit. It would do him good to know his surroundings. 
He ventured down the opposite side to Blackfeather. 

He'd found an old den site; there must have been a pack here once and not too long ago. Though the land was already overrun with coyotes hiding from the winter, which was brisk in the low lands but deadly in the mountains; slick slopes would kill anyone quickly.

He heard a short sniff. His head shot up, ears tilting forward with a soft gurgle of warning. He wasn't about to be eaten by coyotes.