Nimbus Summit Kiss the Clouds

Buddy had been a member of Atautsikut for a short time now. Other than the leaders he had met no one else. He had plenty of time to explore every inch of the territory, leaving his own markings on nearly every tree. Today he would hunt. The everlasting cloud cover challenged him, it masked some of the scents that he would have been able to pick up easier without it. He licked the air, tasting the moisture. His nose was working overtime to pick up on a small game trail, he was too distracted today. Where was everybody?

He plunged his nose through the thick fog and to the ground. He had found something, although he wasn't entirely sure what. He quickly found a set of footprints to match the scent, and began to follow the trail.