Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

It was lucky that they had even happened upon such a thing, at least as far as he was concerned. By the time they had come to the scene there was a congregation gathering, and it was only then that he felt the cruel, knife-like twist of hunger in the pit of his belly. The lake was just as much of a grisly scene then as it was now.

Thin ribbons of sunlight streams where the clouds would allow, the wintry chill in the air crisp and damp. The autumnal backdrop with clinging frost and snow only served to make the ground seem that much more hallowed as Hydra spoke to Dragomir. He was fine with lingering back or leaving, but his gaze stayed sharp and true to the scene ahead of them. There was no doubt that Hydra and her brothers would handle their own, if and when things took a turn for the worse.

He licked at his lips, the movements of the unfamiliar wolves almost as enticing as the promise of a good meal for their lot. It was an easy feat to break his attention on them to favor Hydra, then the following forms of Jarilo and Arcturus as they moved and shifted the withering weeds. He moved too, but never far enough to let his charge fall behind; it was a steady, calculated pace, and it spoke of the defense he had at ready should they too turn into easy targets. He knew bloodshed would be hard to avoid here—if they were hungry, then so were the guests to their part and parcel of the wilderness.

Halting some distance out still, he provided a natural buffer and did not hear the low words spoken from his equal; his gaze fell upon Dragomir briefly to get a read on the boy instead. "We'll get the lion's share today," he provided, as though somehow that could be reassuring when faced with the reality of what a grim place the lake was. "But if you want to go, just say the word." He wouldn't fault him for not wanting to stay, for not wanting to witness the inevitable.