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He felt like wandering more often than he usually did, the sight of the rapids bringing back the memory of his friends death. So instead he headed south, in search for better game to keep them all full during this harsh season. His nose was to the ground, sniffing out anything that he could track down and call for a few members to come and help him take it down. They could eat there before dragging the leftovers home, otherwise it would be too difficult to drag all that way. His joints were a tad stiff in the cold of the winter, but they didn't tend to bother him too much. Just made it harder to take off at a moments notice, he wasn't a spring chicken anymore. A slow, sad smile formed on his mouth as he lifted his head, scanning the horizon to see if he could spot the silhouette of any type of prey. Nope, nothing. Letting out a sigh, he moved on and headed for higher grounds. He had seen the soft incline on his way over, and a good vantage point would help him spot his quarry.

Setting his mind to tasks like these helped keep the more somber emotions away. He needed to just move on and grieve as well as run a pack. As much as he wanted to sit and just mope, he couldn't do that, not when so many depended on him. Making his way towards the hill, he saw that another man was in front of him. Looking down he saw the tracks of a small animal, but it was nothing that he knew by scent. Tilting his head, he followed along at a bit of a distance, respectful of the hunting stranger. He wouldn't want to startle his prey away, not when he knew how hard to come by it was. If he looked back, he would offer him a smile and a dip of his head. He wasn't here to steal his prey, nor was he seeking to do him any harm. Bass simply wanted to get up the slope and see what was around them.

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