Totoka River be the hunter and the hunted

He'd lingered in the area for a while now. The food source was just too good to pass up this time of year, and Corvo had enjoyed a few meals of fish from these streams by now. Not to mention, the recent snow made it difficult to travel. So he'd decided to wait it out for a couple of days before continuing on his path. 

Corvo found himself bedded down, sheltered from the snow and wind by a tree overhead. He'd settled for this spot a couple of times now, finding a sort of hollowed out portion in the roots of the towering giant to call his temporary home. He woke to the sound of splashing nearby, a different sort than the usual trickle of the river. Opening his eyes, he found a tawny colored loner, appearing to be smaller and younger than Corvo himself. He watched from the base of the tree as the male waited for his opportunity with the fish. Then he struck, heaving a fair catch up onto the shore. With a bit of a struggle, the stranger ended his prey and gathered it from the snow bank. 

Corvo emerged from his resting spot beneath the safety of the tree, squinting slightly at the onslaught of snow and wind, though he was thankful it had died down for the time being. Making himself known was a risk, especially since he had no idea who this wolf might be. He had no intention of claiming a kill that was not his either. So what drew him to the stranger? Corvo couldn't say for sure.