Wild Berry Meadow prekär

While the hunting was plentiful on the Mesa, he did not want to exhaust his own resources or to frighten them too much from their home by over-hunting his own territory. Thus, the cougar left his claim, though he made sure to reinforce his markings around the borders to ward off any who should deem this day a fit one to try and challenge him, or hunt in his realm. He headed towars the meadow that he could see from his territory, which looked like an excellent place to scout for deer, or even something so small as a rabbit...He wasn't picky- the cat was an opportunist. But he wasn't expecting to find what he ended up finding, looking lonely, scared and rather bedraggled amid the beauty of the wildflowers. 

He approached with a crouched slink, his posture lowered, lifting his head every now and again to peek over the tall grasses to make sure she was still there. He wanted to get as close as he could, to investigate the wolf-cub, and stalked her carefully and quietly- as he might do for something he intended to eat. 

He pushed his mealy face through the grasses and studied her for a moment. There was no sign of any other wolves being nearby- so it was incredibly unusual to find one so young on its own...Though her state- emaciated, and with some sort of skin affliction- spoke volumes. She'd likely been lost for at least a few days now. He sat down- still at a distance, so she might not think he would prey upon her- but close enough still that he felt confident he would have no issue pouncing her in two or three bounds. Cats enjoyed toying with their prey, to be sure- but he was feeling benevolent. 

"How long have you been on your own, wolf-cub?" He asked.