Heron Lake Plateau Tomorrow I might have to go and fly away

Nevouku had been heading out for another hunt, to touch up on his skills before he stopped and saw one of the Redhawk wolves, one of his packmates. "A s-stork? Must have b-been lucky to get th-th-that" he said, looking it over as he stopped on his little walk. He never even attempted taking one on, and instead preferred to go for rabbits of pheasants.