Hideaway Strath you ain't gotta eat everything they feed ya

Maiken moved boldly through her pack lands. Tiny paws, dainty and minced, but with their own strength to them. There had been an influx of pack mates, she was glad for it, but also there was something to be said about turnover. Would they continue to stay, or only come for a time and then leave. On to greener pastures and brighter days.

One such new recruit caught her attention as he watched an elk heard. She moved into position beside him and stared down.

Do you want to try and catch one?