Qeya River Lost wayward son

Yay!

Rodyn's ear twitched as he spoke. Mind on the winter ahead. He wasn't sure what it would be like this year. He hadn't been paying attention as he should.

Rodyn's tail sweeped behind him and he smiled. Happy to share this knowledge, he had gathered in his short years while hunting.

Lots of ways actually. Sometimes if the roly caterpillars are black as shadows it's going to be cold and long. When the beavers make their homes extra thick. When the birds leave early to fly south. If any burrow dweller digs dipper and goes below sooner. If the deer are out all hours instead of simply morning and late night. The prey creatures, have a certain sixth sense, even we do. You can feel it. You just have to trust yourself and what you observe.


Rodyn shook his head. I don't believe it will. With more bodies, we can take down more prey. With more prey we can fill more caches. So it will benefit both our packs to hunt together.