Slaughter House

He sat at the top of the hill, eyes narrowed against the wind as he hungrily watched the small herd below. His ears laid back in agitation, lip lifting slightly with displeasure. Where the fuck was Mara when he needed her? He didn't give a damn about anyone else, though he briefly wished someone was around so he could use them as bait to try and catch one of those big cows. The thought was amusing. He could maybe find and drag some other loner along and use them as a sacrifice to the buffalo. Better they get trampled then him, after all.

As the beast turned his head to see if there was anything else around to hunt, he did a double take when he noticed that further away from him was another wolf. His eyes narrowed again as he looked at the other, the wind carrying the strangers scent. Except...it wasn't exactly a stranger. The male held a taste of Mara on his coat, and almost immediately he knew who it was. Well, not exactly who because he hadn't stayed long enough to ask about the little bastards, so their names were lost to him. Swiftly, he rose and headed down the hill with an intimidating gait, his eyes never leaving the young wolf. When he got close enough, he seemed to stare unblinking at him. "Aren't you a bit young to be on your own, pup?" He sneered. Though he knew his nephew was far from a pup now, he was curious to see who he took after. Mara? Or the bastard that had managed to seed her.