A new start or the beginning of the end?

He was out hunting again, paws lightly crunched in the snow as he walked. His brother had chosen good lands for the pack. There was good hunting both within and outside the territories. Cloud often occupied himself with his hunting, and during the winter it was all he was mostly doing. He carried in his jaws, a fat ptarmigan that he had caught just minutes ago. The bird had failed to get away from his jaws, and now it hung limp and lifeless. He thought about going back home to leave it and then go out again, but he figured since he was out here he might as well do some scouting to see if there were any caribou or the like around that he might call a pack hunt later. Of course, there were no tracks. At least, not the kind of tracks he was looking for.

What he found instead were wolf tracks, which wasn't surprising to him. He knew there might be loners skulking around, though how fresh or faint these tracks were was hard to tell with the snow that had been swept around. It wouldn't be until he practically came upon the creature that he realized the other canine was closer than he anticipated. Cloud came to a halt when he came to the top of the washed out marble, and there a few yards away, was the stranger who he assumed had made those tracks. Ears flicked, the young male keeping alert just in case this loner wasn't alone. He didn't say a word, either. He simply...watched.

"SPEAK"