Whitefish River i spy

So the culprit was unknown to both of them. Howl let his enlarged leader take... the lead. He stayed a few paces behind and looked around the area. Any predator willing to leave a kill out in the open, unburied and unprotected may have intentions to return relatively soon. Or perhaps they were full, but if that were the case Howl had problems with the sear morals of a creature willing to kill more than it needed to eat. As the large male inspected the kill Howl thought to trust the male nose rather than have both their heads down open to danger. "The cliffs...? I know the top is smooth but most of it's slanted. I would assume the only thing agile enough to hang around there for extended periods of time would be goats or something feline." Howl hadn't encountered many cats in his day. A few here and there, but not enough to remember their scent much.