Greatwater Lake the waiting game

When Jaws left his den that morning his grayjay, growing more comfortable around the coywolf, alighted on his back. Before, he would have shooed it off with a snap of his teeth, but this time he simply smiled and continued on with his passenger. He was becoming more fond of the bird's company, and after his visit with Wildfire he felt a little more tender toward it as well. In a way he had adopted the runty bird and it adopted him. It would never hurt to have an extra set of wary eyes around anyway. His feathery shadow was sometimes quicker to detect others than he was.

He was determined to find a badger today; Fox's request had gone unfulfilled long enough. Remembering he had typically encountered them in tree-less areas of meadows or scrub habitat, Jaws headed for the flatlands, bound to return to his pack before nightfall, badger in tow. He finally located an active burrow near a large lake and a quick investigation revealed the badger was still inside - it viciously hissed at him and snapped at his muzzle, but it would not come out. Jaws would not go in either, badgers were fierce and he was not keen to let one tear his face into ribbons.

So, he settled to his stomach a short distance away, the grayjay sitting on his shoulder. Here he would wait with the wind blowing toward him so as not to betray his position to the badger. It would come out sooner or later, and when it did, it would not given much chance before Jaws would seize it.