The Heartwood seize and conquer

Today's tracking led him north and west until he found himself wandering a land called The Heartwood. He weaved between the trees, a black shadow passing through the bleak gray light. He alternated between sniffing the air and trailing his nose along the ground. Peregrine came across a few promising trails, though nothing came of any of them.

He was just beginning to think it was time to turn back and head home to his antsy, nesting mate when the smell of fresh blood hit him like a warm slap to the face. The swarthy wolf began to salivate as he followed his nose, though he stopped short when he traced the smell to its source and saw a ruddy wolf standing over a half-dead fox.

Peregrine quickly scrutinized the situation, then decided he was neither hungry not desperate enough to risk injury over a fox that appeared old and wasted away anyway. He took a step back, ears tipping backward and tail held neutrally to indicate that he meant no threat to the stranger's meal.