Porcupine Ridge outcomer

The sight of another wolf did not necessarily surprise Kierkegaard. From the looks of it, the ridge would prove to be a good source for hunting. His bright optics fell on the dark-furred stranger, and took note of the invitation to hunt, which had come in the form of a single nod. Drawing his salmon tongue across his chops and then focusing his attention back on the struggling young mountain goat, the ashen loner felt far more confident that they could land the catch. Already, the prey animal seemed to be having an awful time attempting to scale the rocky ridge. If the two wolves remained swift on their feet, they would both be feeding. Taking a few steps forward, Kierkegaard kept the young goat in his line of sight and tried to remain watchful of the dark stranger as well. His lengthy strides moved to close some of the distance between him and the prey, but he did not want to startle it too much or else they would lose their coincidental luck. Moving to circle around the alabaster mountain-climber, Kierkegaard watched the swarthy wolf. He needed to know this stranger’s next move in order to adjust his own.