Cedar Sweep ambience

The yearling had gotten turned around many times by now, and kept puttering on. His instinct was to head for higher ground whenever possible - which was difficult, given that these were lowlands by default. He had tried to find his way by the light of the stars some nights, except it was not a skill he had ever really been taught, and besides that the forest was so thick and unruly that Reki couldn't keep up with it.

He was beyond tired at this point. Luckily he had come across the carcass of a goat, likely killed by a fellow wolf a week or so ago, and while that had been picked over and ravaged by scavengers, he couldn't help but linger close by. He'd managed to sneak away a leg bone at least.

To his camp, then, dragging it until his own legs gave out, and he held it tightly as he began to gnaw with his molars, putting in all his remaining energy to crack it open to supp upon the marrow - but should anyone find him, he would be very much asleep with the femur held as if for security; his mouth holding one end and drooling.