darn moose

Grimshaw didn't have any business being this far north. He couldn't remember ever travelling this far north on his own, but he was determined to bring something of value back to the Armada. Either some nice pelts or a fair amount of meat to fill the stores. He'd been training there for some time now, perhaps it would make Sirius proud to contribute more than just the local fare.

He was certain they were all tired of the food that was around the southern part of Boreas, so perhaps traveling a bit north at the face of winter would yield some good results. Of course, on his own he wouldn't be able to accomplish much. Even if he only caught some weasels and minks, that would be better that the rabbits and fish that often filled the storage.

He followed what looked like moose tracks in the snow into a forest, but couldn't be sure. He'd never seen such large hoof prints before and could only assume it wasn't some mutant deer or something. Following the prints some more, he noticed another canids tracks filing up next to the established tracks. The canid's scent was fresh, far more than the moose, but he hadn't caught up to them. Their scent smelled familiar too, was this an Ashen wolf? He decided to follow the tracks, agreeing with himself that if it was an Ashen wolf and the hunt was successful, both packs would benefit.

He followed them for a bit longer until he saw the shape of the wolf ahead of him. He called out then, with a low boof to alert the other wolf hopefully without drawing too much attention from the fauna.