Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

Rodyn found himself leaving the pack lands again. Rolayne and Panuk were nestled safely with Sialuk and Elentari and he knew they'd be leaving soon. He found himself dipping into the dark shadows of the deep weald. A painful stirring in his chest for those he had lost to death and time. His dear friend was, had been here and even he was gone now. Dispersed before he even had a chance to share with him he had finished his bride price journey. And now Samani.

Heart wrenching and painful. But he pushed onward. Russet paws against loamy grounds. The fall leaves falling and curling around his pelt, blending him into the back drop perfectly. Autumn was the perfect time for a hunter such as he. Yellow eyes gleaming and white teeth bright, he stepped forward. Felt the earth under paw, shifted it and moved. Quiet as he could be. There were weasels here, ermine, squirrels, but if he was very lucky as early as it was. He may find a mother deer sleeping, or her fawn. There were many throughout the wilds now. He felt not as cruel taking the life of the late spring deer.

Russet ears twitching. He bent to sniff and gave a small nod and continued onward. He'd have a meal today for them all.