Sun Mote Copse Brimful of asha on the 45

Ever since the meeting Tulimaq had been attempting to keep busy, to find a niche and fill it so that the transition from ragtag horde of wolves to established pack could go smoothly; he'd failed his own attempts at a similar venture and was eager for a win. He kept to himself mostly, except when his path occasionally crossed with other members of the to-be pack (such as Wraen a day or so ago), which gave him some much needed practice in the whole being social thing. Word had been spreading through the group that their leader Wildfire was mourning a loss, although he did not have specifics — it didn't feel right to Tulimaq to pry, and he wasn't exactly attuned to things such as feelings. He was no counselor.

However, when he came across the firebrand's heavy scent upon the snow, he chose to deviate from his patrol and seek her out. If only to check up on her, feign interest in the borders if need be. As he went, there came a scent to rival the woman's — a musky, earthy smell. Rabbit. Hunting, like any physical activity, was right up his alley - so Tulimaq set his mind on that task, and soon found himself following both the wolf and the prey in tandem.