Big Salmon Lake I must say

At the words of the wolf he was quick to earn, ears and nose to the ground.

Soon he began to dig, little paws quick and surprisingly effective. Head went under the snow, and after a moment filled with squeals and the snapping of teeth, Cathal came up with a fat vole and a prideful expression. Too small of a meal for a wolf, but a substantial one for him.

Surely Iseldur would be proud of him! He had found his dinner, and despite some help he had killed his prey all on his own.