Blackfeather Woods First, we eat.

@The Night

The lynx had come down from the mountains in search of more food. He crossed the stream and headed for the forest, ignoring the borders of the wolves that lived there. He was not a wolf, and therefore he did not abide by their rules. Still, he knew it was a risk going near where they lived. They didn't like him, he didn't like them. But, this time, his need for food out weighed the risks involved of eating here.

He stepped purposely through the brush, trying to be as quiet as possible. He needed to get in and out as fast as he could. His nose pointed him in the right direction of a wolf den. Now was about the time of year they gave birth, and it was possible there were some plump little meals in there. Stalking forward, he peered into the den.