Little Goat Mountain fleischesser

the boy had found the mark of the animal which had fallen. mahler nodded. "ja, siku," he confirmed. lowering his muzzle he gestured to the sprinkling of hairs in the snow. a cursory sniff. "some time ago. it vill not be able to go far."
the man paced on, motioning his sons along, and pointed now toward a splotch of red in the snow. it was injured. he wondered what wolf had come hunting so close to paleo.