Blackfoot Forest The greatest adventure is there if you're bold

It had drifted away from him and Mal had let it roam.  After following it this far, he knew the deer wasn't going to wander too far.  Stretch, laze about.  It was very exciting stuff.  He was, after all, just waiting for a feast if it came to that, and if he didn't have a reason to use his energy, he'd keep it to himself.

Except there came another wolf. And eyeing his prize.  Bristling a bit, Mal stretched and got to his feet, starting to slink forward so he could hopefully tell her off without startling the deer, not really wanting to go chasing after it unless he had to.  Hey! he hissed, That's mine, don't get any ideas.  Mal wasn't approaching super aggressively or anything, but he probably did look kind of unhappy about her presence.  First thing on the list was to establish the deer was his, then maybe he could see if she wanted to help and he'd maybe share then.