Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

lestan had set off rather eagerly from moonglow, in the direction of where natigvik had been. and very unlike himself, he had said goodbye to no one else save amalia.
the moment he was out from the spine, he felt lighter. and crossing the great bear wilderness gave him the chance to acquaint himself with the wildlife.
he looked for deer. he examined wolverine tracks, old by now. lestan shivered and moved on at once.
when he came to creek, he knew he had taken a wrong turn. but the sight of wolf-blood and chunks of bloody fur halted lestan at once.
at least one of those scents was familiar. what had happened?! "hello?" lestan called tentatively, spinning in all directions with hesitant, unsure steps.
two trails led off. the mayfair dawdled anxiously.