Running alone

He had begun putting the last finishing touches on the home he was building, but there was still a few things that he needed to make it just right. Moving from his smaller den to the larger one built for himself and Void required more materials, furs, and the like than he previously owned. He'd done well so far in finding prey to hunt and harvest furs from so far and had nearly built out a nice enough bed, but a couple more larger pelts to help cover the doorway and cover parts of the floor would be great additions to the space before he finally presented it to Void.

He knew from experience how plentiful the Algoma Prairie tended to be with prey so he made the trip away from the pack lands to go see what he could find. He was eyeing a small herd of pronghorn when he heard a rustle in the grass near by, catching his attention as he glanced In the direction of the noise from where he was crouched, hiding in the grass. Maybe a dozen feet away he spotted a young man, speckled and spotted and dappled with different grays. The breeze brought the boy's scent to him and he noticed that it was one of the wolves from The Hallows. He hadn't seen many of them around since the pack moved south so to got him curious.

Momentarily abandoning his hunt, he stood and walked over to where the stranger was standing, ripping into a prairie chicken, obviously hungry. "That was a clean kill," he commented, still giving the boy some space so he didn't think he was a threat.

Plague | Viridis | Procella