when it starts to thunder they all stare.

Ptarmigan and Viggo were being all.. cozy again. Actually, there wasn't much cozy about it as they sat apart from each other and spoke back and forth, making each other laugh. But to a wolf like Andrus, that was akin dirty, dirty makeouts. And he was not one to stick around for that. At any moment, they were going to try to drag him into their conversation and he was not about to let that happen.

So, he left. Excusing himself with nothing more than a grumble, which likely was in no way strange to them. At this point, he had fully mapped out the entirety of the land. Part of him considered lurking near to where he knew some of the pack would be gathered at this time during the day, just to remind them he was around and to stamp out any mutinous thoughts they might be having about their new queen.

But, he had done that earlier and the thought of doing it again didn't appeal to him. No, what came to his mind was a cache to the North that wasn't as full as he would have liked it. So, the man turned to the Northwest part of the territory where he knew a small herd of deer had been frequenting as of late. Worst that could happen was he had to settle for doing some fishing at a small stream that ran through the area.

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