Fruit pickin

HE moved through the orchard, a familarity of the trees now almost mapped into his head. Storm was somewhere near, with her new companion. He still wasn't sure if the thing was truly an apology gift or if the male had dropped it on her to make sure she stayed where he could find her so he might hurt her once more. The male had another thing coming to him though if he thought he would come back and escape unscathed. Chinook might be aging and his sight might be beginning to fail him but he would not stand idly by and allow some rapist to escape intact. he would die to protect Storm.

He had a deer haunch, from a deer he had recently killed, clenched tight in his maw. Deer were beginning to come here for the rotting and falling fruit which made hunting almost easier for him. though he didn't take down more than one and tried to stash what he knew they wouldn't eat. That was what he was doing right now, stashing the parts of the deer around for easy finding if storm needed to look for something to eat, though he usually brought what he could to her. He was on this path towards their den when a scent came to him from downwind of him. He knew the scent but last he had smelled it had been back with the wreckages and the boy had still been young. He turned his head to the direction of the scent, squinting as he tried to determin if the boy was close in the blurs around him.