Bearclaw Valley Sevenfold

The scents were strong in the lower regions of the claim, mostly among the loose ferns and thin cover outlaying patches of forest. The further in to these clutches of trees he went, usually the scent would disperse; perhaps the targets were splintering in the shadows, finding their food and returning to their herd afterward. It was not a behavior that Revui recognized in his typical prey (deer) but these were odd beasts,

He did not get far before a rustling froze him in his tracks; he looked with his eyes first, then shifted his head low, as if anticipating the arrival of the large sow, but instead it was another wolf. He relaxed somewhat when they drifted closer, but his ears slanted when they spoke. If they wanted to hunt they could - but speaking would ruin their chances.

Then again, with the rising population of wolves in the valley, perhaps their chances were already abysmal.

Fine, he intoned hastily, and then turned to continue staking out the grove of old pines.