Lost Creek Hollow Under The Sun

Sandulf wasn't officially part of the pack yet, but he knew he would be. So with gentle paw steps, he moved along the grounds at the leave of Crowfeather. The cold wind chilled him and he knew, winter was coming faster than they had anticipated and it filled his heart with dread. 

However, there was a part of him that reveled in the challenge. He was a hunter. It was what he did. Perhaps he didn't find it as sacred as his brother Rodyn, but he enjoyed it none the less. So with gentle eyes and determined spirit. He moved into position. 

Large black body down to the ground, paws of ember tearing up the ground. Warm yellow eyes against the back drop of pale blue sky. He'd find them.