Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

Cameo.

There were many reasons not to venture too far north; many dangers for the ghost, but he was hungry. The lack of sustenance in the Wilds was not specific to the region but radiated outward from it, as did the rumbling of the earth and the many ensuing disasters. It was not safe anywhere, and so he would take his chances—drifting closer to where he knew a lake to be, eager for a drink or a piece of fish if any still survived within its depths. Yet when the boy came in to view of the lake he saw many bodies—dark shapes, some large, some borderline familiar—and he stopped, stiff-legged and apprehensive. As hungry as he was, Mou was not yet desperate enough to come between a horde of starving beasts and their prize—and it was with this thought in mind that he pulled away, loping silently back the way he'd come with the idle hope he would not be spotted. The wolves appeared to be focused (hyper-vigilant) on the booming voice of a woman, and beyond that the meat-smell which had helped draw himself out of hiding. Away he went, though—swift, silent, desperately in need of something for his empty belly, knowing he would not find that here.