Dragoncrest Cliffs For the walking man

@Valravn

In the Eastern regions of the pack's territory, where the forests crept into the seawind-stripped lands, was a stand of tall, lodgepole pines. Through the winter Chacal had noticed and had begun to track spruce grouse that feasted upon the pine needles, both in the tree and where the needles fell to the ground. Now, in the first few days of Spring, they nestled beneath a thicket, uttering soft sounds to each other while the dark hunter began to stalk forward at a creeping pace, narrowing the gap between them step by step.