He had been hot on a trail, his nose to the ground and his tail in the air. It was a fresh trail he was fallowing of a whitetailed deer. He had been fallowing it through the past territory and remained at a distance as he fallowed the creature. He didn't want to spook it into running, but he was unsure he wanted to take down game this far from home and by himself. It would be difficult to drag it back himself. Though it was something for the male to do to occupy his time and perhaps the deer would lead him to something interesting. He also liked fallowing trails it gave him a thrill when he knew the prey was so close. The Gulley was another place he had done little exploring of, but so far it seemed to be a nice territory. Another grand spot for a pack to live and thrive in.
