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Jackie II remained in the Emberwood, prowling the area for food as it provided him with a decent amount of shelter from the blooming winds of early winter. His winter coat was turning out to be a disappointment, as was just about everything in his life, it seemed. he meandered this way and that, his scab-crusted muzzle hovering a few inches above the ground as he searched out the scent of prey. 

Something moving in the distance caught his eye. He looked up, and it had disappeared for a moment in the woods. He moved in that direction, wondering perhaps if it had been the tawny hide of a deer he'd seen. It wouldn't likely be possible for him to bring down a deer on his own, unless it was sickly- and while he wasn't necessarily an optimist, he couldn't turn down the possibility. Stranger things existed, for sure. 

But it wasn't a deer, it'd been a wolf. An older wolf, from the looks of it. Sniffing around, leading Jackie II to believe he was also hunting. Jackie II stomped one of his small feet hard against the ground, and huffed. He issued a bark- a territorial warning. This was his hunting grounds- and he didn't want competition from some old man.