Dragoncrest Cliffs last night i dreamed i was shot

Yeeting Memory at you! 

It was late in the nesting season, fat seabird chicks sitting unattended in nests, waiting to finish fledging. 
To say the pickings were the best he had in a while was an understatement. He currently had a seagull in his jaws, feathers stuck throughout his pelt. He looked ridiculous, but the rich, oily birds were worth it. He padded his way across the top of the cliff, surprised to see another wolf at his water source.
pure white, and horribly scarred....like him. 
"You're a new face." he greeted casually. For once he didn't try to hide his own scarred features, instead stepping into view. 
"Hungry?" he asked, nudging the dead gull to the other wolf.