I had a plan... but it wasn't necessarily a GOOD plan...

The old man had blood on his muzzle and face… but only part of it belonged to the prey he’d been trying to catch. As frustrating as his previous hunting failure had been, though he was thankful for the child that aided him, Felicien couldn’t leave well enough alone. Sure he had managed to grab a rabbit, sort of, but not well enough to give it a killing bite. The creature had been injured and, in fear and pain, retaliated and clawed at his face and eyes. There was blood in his eyes and that kept them forced closed… not that it mattered much. He couldn’t really see anyway.

He wasn’t even sure where he was anymore. Blood had gotten on his nose and it was making it near impossible to do anything but stumble around… Shit… should he just try calling for Avalon? Or maybe even another Winterfell pack member… damn…

He stopped.

As much as he really didn’t want to admit defeat the damn rabbits won again. He huffed and tossed his head back and howled. Hopefully he hadn’t strayed too terrible far… though he’d been out most of the morning and it felt fairly warm now… probably about sun high.

Shit...