Moonspear you're in the wrong place

the worst of the snows abated and though the ground was blanketed in it, leaving a distinct track of pawprints in wintersbane's wake and splashes of blood as his victory over a particularly nasty groundhog left the kill a bit more unsightly than the tundrian would've wished, he scoops the cooling corpse up all the same and carries it in the early morning light towards the nearest cache where he digs at the frozen earth and plops the kill in before shifting dirt and dirtied snow back over it to hide it from thieving scavengers.

with that task completed, wintersbane then heads for the borders to begin a routine patrol, as he can oft be found doing.