Blacktail Deer Plateau day drinking

Open to anyone! Dante needs some more action, I've been a bit lax with him. Feel free to jump in

I have a thing for country music, if you didn't notice already XD

Dante's stomach rumbled and he growled in response, his mind replaying to their failed hunt earlier. They had been so close, and yet, the herd had evaded them, their target doe fleeing in the midst of it. Failure was a natural part of the hunt, and it happened often, but that didn't mean Dante had to be particularly happy about it. Better luck next time, hopefully. If they missed many more hunts, however, the winter would be a hard one.

Dante did not like taking from the caches, not with summer waning, but it was getting to the point where he might have to. His considerable size meant considerable upkeep... though he did not eat nearly as much when it wasn't hunted by himself. He'd lose quite a bit of weight when winter struck if the prey wasn't still running well.

Currently he was nosing about in the leaves, looking for fresh tracks, a scent trace, anything to indicate prey of any size. So far he was coming up empty. Snorting leaves from his muzzle he lifted his head, staring around. Perhaps by the creek he'd have more luck. Starting in that direction, he made the decision that if by sundown he wasn't successful, he'd visit the stocks. Until then, he'd give it a nice attempt.