it's safe now

The male glanced to his left, where at the base of the lone pine tree the dirt had been disturbed. Cuan had been storing away for the coming season, having sheared some meat off the week's kill. He had chosen to cache it up on this slope due to the cooler temperature in the ground and the constant wind that would help refrigerate it.

I bet it would be better than this elk meat, Cuan said, motioning with his nose. Those darn ants always seem to find it. But going down to Otatso and finding geese? What else do you think might be lurking down there? He had seen the wetlands from far up the ridge, noting the twisted, watery ponds and the small inlets and islands that it flooded. It did not seem like a likely place for a wolf to go hunting in.