Near Light, Near Darkness

Sunlight spilled over the horizon, casting pale pink hues over the heavy snow fall that had covered the land the night before. Brandr tentatively stuck his head outside his den opening. He crawled out into the untouched winter landscape and shook the snow from his pelt. The bison hunt had gone well and they were well stocked with food for the time being. He could turn his attention to more personal ambitions, namely catching one of the turkey's that had been passing through the thicket for several weeks now. His best chances though were when they were roosting and with the sun up he imagined the birds were as well. Perhaps he could take a shot at something else.

Brandr started his patrol. He merged both duties now, using his regular border patrol to scout out the movements of prey in and out of the territory. So far everything had been quiet… for now. Caelum's words had put him on edge. The idea of a pack of wolves intent on conquest was never comforting news and he could only imagine what it would mean. Brandr had originally been brought up as a fighter until he found his love of hunting. Fighting was something he could do but not something he thoroughly enjoyed. Abaven was small. He hated to think what might happen if they were attacked but if they were, by the spirits, he would make their attackers regret it. He'd fight until he fell.