Sawtooth Spire What do you call an alligator in a vest?...

OMG. Worse part of that? I could totally see my dad pulling that one off. Or trying to. -dies a little-

More hunting. It was a common task for him around these parts. Feed the she-bear. Feed himself. Feed the she-bear again. He was pulling from the caches more than he was adding to them and his hunting here and there wasn't helping as much as he would have liked. The stoats he and Kanik had found were long gone. Their pack hunt this past week had failed. When it came to keeping the caches full, he was feeling a bit scatterbrained. His heart currently wasn't in it, but he was duty-bound to put his best foot forward and try.

Iqniq moved through the underbrush, turning his nose into the wind as he tracked and stalked a fresh scent here and there. Muskrat. There. That would be a hearty meal. He pressed after it, moving towards the smell when the taint of blood filled the air. Damn. Wolf's blood and something else. After Kanik's death and Aupârtok's bloody return to their borders, he wasn't taking any more chances with the health of his pack, no matter how minor the scratch.

He abandoned the muskrat and made his way to the scene of the crime. There. Aariak and a felled badger. The wolf was breathing heavily as he lay next to the creature. Blood pooled. From this distance, he was uncertain as to whose blood belonged originally to who, but the badger was dead. At least the wolf had won. "Nice catch," he said, revealing himself from the shadows as he stepped closer and seated himself upon the ground. "These parts will be a hell of a lot safer without that thing running around."