Nova Peak And she's suddenly cruel

Lycabas hunted at the request of the red queen of the rise, but so far he had not been successful in capturing anything substantial in the few days since being given his task. He had been able to shelter and scavenge upon this very mountain, but the biggest thing he had caught fresh was a winter stoat, which seemed hardly adequate enough in feeding himself, let alone providing for those he wished to call his packmates.

It was with this logic that he continued to devour all the small prey he happened upon, rather than returning with a meager meal to the wolves he sought to impress.

He was plowing through the snow, following the scent of mountain goat, when he passed beneath the view of Lilia’s perch. He did not see her, as his concentration was centered at his own feet, but he was large enough that she may have been able to spot him: a wolfish shape of cream amongst a sea of white and dotting evergreens.