Morningside Cuesta Is open as an option

she wasn't the most friendly, but she was businesslike; surya appreciated the to-the-point answer. even if he was more of a smooth-talker, inclined to banter, he knew that it didn't always fly in situations like these. he nodded, nostrils flaring as he himself checked the air for prey.

exploring, he explained. but hunting is important—do you want a second to help you? he was hungry, but that was beyond the point now—there were young mouths to feed at whitebark creek. he needed to prove himself to artyom, keep himself in the alpha's good graces.

he lifted his chin, quietly considering the situation. perhaps if we find large enough game, surya reasoned, we can split it between us. anything smaller than a deer, of course, would be yours to keep. she was, after all, the one that had come here first.