Serpent Lake my own summer

It wasn't his lucky day but when the hell was it ever? He decided he would sniff around for a while—find something easy or something the vultures had missed. If he found nothing, he would cut his loses and try again come nightfall.

With a huff, his gaze was torn from the sky, returning to the earth. Nostrils flaring, he managed to find something sooner than he had anticipated. More alive than he wanted.

His gaze scanned the scenery around him before they settled on the wolf downstream. She was looking right at him. His brows furrowed as he glowered back.