Hoshor Plains inside your mind

Admittedly, Beau had been extremely lucky. The flatlands were left empty of packs until recent months, a fortunate turn for a lone wolf. Prey flourished, and so did the predators who hunted them down.. and then left behind carcasses. He had scouted out all the best spots for scavenging, and would hunt smaller prey on his own from time to time. It was only now that more pack wolves were flooding in to hunt that he had any sense of worry.

Carefully moving forward, Beau spotted what they were looking for. A white elk.. straight in the middle of a herd. Well.. it's there. He murmured, some nerves prickling up his spine now.

They better hope it was a slow one.