Horizon Ridge pollen season

The male had been hunting all morning. Taking turns between catching hares and keeping eyes on the boarders that surrounded his pack territory. All was quiet. The most recent hare he had caught was russet color. It's life ended around the second year. It wasn't too small, the winter had wore hard on it though. Obvious by its fur. It lacked any fat, purely muscle. It proved to be a bit of a challenge while chasing. Gavriil was a large wolf not built for speed. Once he had caught the russet hare it had been an easy kill. One swift bite to the neck and it was all over. 

The bear of a wolf had just finished placing his prey in the cache when he had heard a call from Thistle, the aspiring healer. Her call was for Ragnar and himself. Fearing that something was wrong with the pups the cinnamon wolf tilted his head but obeyed the call. Sprinting as fast as he could he made it to the female's position. Standing before him were Kennedy, the sickly ebony wolf, Thistle, the small healer, and Ragnar, the macho Viking. "Is everyone okay?" The male questioned frantic in tone.