Duskfire Glacier Fickle Cycle

Adult Pack member Tuwa hasn't met/talk to a lot, please?

The afternoon sun send a spray of dappled shadows across the loamy forest floor where the remnants of Duskfire's recent kill laid. It was a good omen that, especially after last week's disappointment, the young pack could work together and bring down large game. With the advent of Autumn, and winter at its heels, it was imperative that the maiden glacial group maintained seamless cooperation. Though their numbers were few, each of the subordinates was strong in their own way.

The carcass had been well cleaned; the bones completely stripped of their muscle. What hasn't been eaten had been buried, stored for colder days, but some morsels remained hidden in the nooks. That, and the hearty marrow, offered a tasty snack.

Tuwawi had returned on a recent patrol, scouting the eastern border and laying her scent. Their markers were weak, still, but would become potent in time. A young crow pecked at the skull, but took flight as the alpha she-wolf approached with a haughty trot. It cawed a complain, to which the wolf ignored, and settled on a branch to out-wait the predator. She nibbled gingerly at the scraps, hungry for a light meal.