Bless this mess

Áskell listened quietly as the others spoke and nodded his agreement at the mention of potential prey. He padded around the base of some of the oaks, noting a number of curious, shade-loving plants growing beneath the sheltering limbs. There was some canine type scat around and he wrinkled his nose. "Hmm… seems there are some other canids about. Not coyotes, not wolves… I can't tell too much but it seems there may be a pack of them nearby. They'll need to be cleaned out if we want to lay claim to this land." He was perfectly fine with that. It would be good practice for the warriors and he didn't want to turn tail just because other predators had settled into an area.