Verdant Basin chatterteeth

Andr's nose was in its usual position. Poised to the ground twitching. Taking in a series of little sniffs before huffing them out and repeating. Searching for something that would always be there in one form or another, prey.

While he often saught something to eat - something to hunt to be more accurate - another type of prey lingered in his mind. That of wolves. Not to eat but to... he wasn't entirely sure. He craved some level of interaction. Something he had missed in this part of the Wilds the past month. 

He knew where large groups of wolves resided, some of them at least, but there were other challenges posed by seeking them out. 

His nose led him in the direction of the water hole, a commonly visited location by that of larger prey, and he neared the top of a hill which would give him the perfect view of it.