Whitefish River i spy

A deer carcass lays in his vision, dusted lightly with snow and definitely not buried enough to show it’d been there longer. Evergreen grows on guard, cautious to what may have taken the deer down so close to their home. He jumps slightly at the sound of Howl’s voice, having not noticed his approach in his focus.
No… we should… uh, check. The bearish wolf shakes his head, and moves forward. His head lowering as he creeps cautiously forth, trusting Howl has his back if  the predator still lurked nearby. As he approached, he notices the mangling that Howl initially did; it is unlike anything he’s seen before. His large nose takes a whiff, catching a scent that reminded him of the cliffs.
It… smells similar to Sheepeater Cliff, he mentions, shifting his mismatched green gaze towards his pack-mate.