Snowforest Taiga Shigoto

By the time he had ventured into the taiga, Haru was ready to pledge himself to anyone to get a good meal. His legs were worn and tired. His pads had been cracked by the cold in the air coupled with his constant travel. The few wolves he had happened across had been simple enough, except for the man who had wanted Haru to stick his nose in a dead deer. The remnants of the prey animal and its innards still made the thief scowl.

Sawamura prowled through the wilds with his head held low to the ground. He had collected the scent of multiple wolves traveling and wondered if he’d happened across a migratory pack. It was not uncommon for claims to shift when the seasons changed. It allowed hunters access to more prey, more opportunity to keep their numbers fed.

The coyote’s riverstone gaze shifted toward the distance. He breathed a tired sigh before slinking toward a shaded tree and plopping to his rear. A small rest couldn’t hurt, he told himself. Just a few moments.

This is for @Aquene ^^