Greatwater Lake leg bones

@Honey Badger

He hadn't eaten the pup; the regret was almost as bad as the hunger pains.

He would return to the frozen creek later, and if the youth had frozen to death as he suspected, he would tear what he could from the bone. It was an easy meal, at the least, and he would not need to expend a great deal of energy to earn it. Less sustenance than a deer, more than a rabbit, less work than either. It was cold and unfeeling logic, an instinct that told him this was true. There were no other wolves; there was only meat and starvation.

He tasted the air, searching the wind for prey. Before him was the dark, cold glass of a lake-- it wasn't yet frozen, except for its edges, for the temperatures had blessedly not yet fallen so low. It was likely that any ungulates would come here to drink while the weather still allowed, and so Dapper stood in wait.