Honeyed Pasture I don't know who to trust

Rodyn walked through the newest area he had found. Pasture as far as the eye could see. He could scent game, so bountiful. He could even see some of it moving about. However, with the tang of fresh prey also came the tang of enemies.

The dusty dirty smell that came from Coyotes that scavenged. That scent musk that only they carried. He lowered himself a little further to the ground. Prey was abundant here as were grasses, and some of him would blend in, but not all.

He could also smell the sticky scent of bear. The thick smell of fat and food, of stagnant body. Though he wanted to add to the caches he had filled around the area, he also was wary, and didn't wish to come to bodily harm.