Redtail Rise Passerby

He came across the scent of wolves as the sun was setting, but the wind shifted and worked against him.

Unaware of which direction the scent had originated, Mesa continued on his way and made a general assumption; what looked like the best place to settle? Where might a pack linger? There were deer in the hills here, and small game throughout the wooded patches.

He found the scent of something small - a weasel, or something like it - and after stalking for an hour, came away with the creature hanging limp from his teeth. Mesa ate this quickly and left the remains upon the border, only to continue on along the rise with blood painting his face.