Lost Creek Hollow Luck is my middle name

@Daighre 

It had been a while, since Merlin had got an update, but not much happens in the life of a young, healthy yearling, who has set out on his own in the wilds. He is not yet there to seek such grand things as purpose of life and its true meaning, and he has nothing against to let days slide by, while he is observing the passage of time idly. 

There had been occasions, when the weather had got harsher, but on the whole he was still doing quite well, even this late in autumn. He had got a little leaner though, but it was well hidden beneath the plush coat he had got. He reasoned that less weight meant that he was lighter on his feet, which meant that prey, which ranged on the upper margin of small and middle-sized, were easier to catch. 

Whether this theory was true or not - it is hard to say, because his day to day luck in finding food at all was based on many factors, which were independent of him. The only constant thing was that he never gave up searching for food and this was, what he was doing now in the former packlands of Lost Creek Hollow.