Totoka River like rust in my veins

Eldoris had not eaten well for weeks. The Scylla brothers were surviving on scraps and the occasional fish, and the situation was now bordering on desperate. At his lowest points, when gaps between even the most meagre of mouthfuls stretched to full days, Eldoris teetered close to delirium.

It was for that reason that his first instinct upon catching Gluskap's scent was to follow - in the manner a wolf would stalk its intended dinner.

Thankfully, the cold cleared his head. When Eldoris realized what was going on - the doe, the hunt, the possibility of a shared meal - the idea that he might be able to catch and kill a fellow wolf exited his head without leaving a trace.

With one eye on the prize and the other on the coywolf that was hunting it, he crept closer, emerging parallel to Gluskap's position. This close to prey, he could not announce himself, and his only chance was the hope that this unknown male would glance in his direction, deduce his good intentions, and cut him in on the bounty in exchange for help taking it down. All in the dark, and all in silence.

Eldoris crouched and waited.