Blacktail Deer Plateau Heard the sound of subways down the line

She was more or less familiar with the territory's outer contours, so now Harps turned her attention to its interior. She started by familiarizing herself with the caches, another new concept to the pack newbie. Storing meat for later consumption was something she had never done as a nomad. Honestly, it was difficult to resist the sight of food when she visited a stockpile. Some deeply rooted impulse told her to consume all the meat and not let it go to waste. Of course, it would be eaten before it rotted, by another, higher-ranked pack mate. Maybe she was welcome to dip her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, though Harps feared reprimand. There was nothing scarier than the thought of being thrown out so soon after acceptance and the yearling would do whatever it took to avoid that possibility.

Harps reached the final cache, positioned not far from the border over yonder. She thrust her muzzle inside and found it replete with smells, yet largely empty. There was only a scrap of crusty old rodent in here. Maybe it wasn't even part of the pack's stock but a pest which had happened to die here. Harps licked her chops, hesitating, then gulped it down before backtracking from the empty stash and looking around almost guiltily.