Otter Creek Snake-eyes

The longer the Endore female lingered on the thought of the Blackfeather wolves eventually encroaching upon her stolen pack, the more she yearned to see them extinguished. The Spine had been an attractive location for her heist, yet day by day it was becoming less so, and these interlopers did nothing to help that.

When she travelled down into the Flatlands, it wasn't with thoughts of the new pack, though they always lingered in her subconscious. She gave their land a wide berth and put them out of mind, at least until she crossed an odour that was vaguely familiar. Had it not been the pervading scent on the pack's borders when she had been there last, Ptarmigan never would have realized that it was possibly a higher up, nor would she have realized where they were from... But it was unmistakeable, and brought back unsavoury memories of her encounter with Fang.

Twisting her face into a scowl, the female lowered her nose and began to diligently follow the trail all the way to the creek, where she found the culprit facing down something in the grass. She paused at a short distance to watch, keeping her suspicions and demands hidden for now.