Whitefish River live fast, die young

Kaistleoki, you have a tresspasser! I took inspiration from this thread

The stench was obvious. The land through which the river snaked was claimed, with the boundaries refreshed recently—probably earlier in the day. Maksim approached the borders to investigate, walking over to sniff curiously at a heavily marked rock. The young male was interested to learn about the wolves who had set up home along the river. He wanted to get an idea of their numbers and their health; good information to know if he planned to stick around the flatlands for a few more days. 

Satisfied after giving the rock a thorough sniffing, Maksim proceeded to move away and go about his own business when a sudden change in wind direction caused him to stop and turn around. Along the stench of urine, another scent became apparent. One which was much more appetising. Maksim circled back around, suddenly spotting the piece of mangled deer carcass at the base of a nearby tree. Loudly his stomach grumbled. Glancing around, Maksim made a quick check to make sure no one was around before he quietly slipped past the marked borders and made an attempt to retrieve the meal.