Swiftcurrent Creek quartend

AW specifically anyone who is planning on staying!

Dovev had finished dragging what was left of a cache, out of the choppy soil and into the mute February air. With an eye, he gazed over the ragged clump of rabbit meat and bones, followed by a old but edible haunch from a deer. It was measly pickings at best, as the white creature suspected this could last them another week or so with the other caches combined, but the pack was thinning. He didn't know how many able bodies would still be here after they cleared out, and it was a topic hard to think about.

The arctic wolf reburied the haunch but left the rabbit carcass exposed, planning on taking it back to some of the more traveled parts of the territory and leaving it for one of his packmates to snack on. He lifted his gray discs, gazing back towards the frosty hill he had marched up to reach the cache. The creek was visible from here, a steady white trickle on the wintry landscape, but the male could smell no aromas of wolves wafting up from the banks. It was as if he had blinked, and suddenly things just dissipated from in front of him. Dovev was frustrated, to say the least.