Big Salmon Lake Blank space

As the commotion quieted and the frantic honking of the geese receded into the distance, the two wolves appraised each other's kills. The darker of the two, Elwood's unnamed companion, had a pile of about five birds scattered about his paws. Elwood had only succeeded in bringing down two, but he was still pleased with his efforts, having never hunted geese before.

The scene looked like a massacre -- blood was spattered across the ground and there was a sea of feathers, some still floating on the warm air. Elwood licked his lips, tasting the metallic tang of blood, then caught the other hunter's eye and nodded. They weren't necessarily working together, but both had benefited from the experience and would have ample meat to bring back to their respective packs. The Redhawk began to gather his geese, wrapping his teeth around their necks and lifting their hefty bodies from the ground.