Break the Seal

Hunting was the name of the game lately. He switched between repairing things in the Col, hunting, and smoking the meat. The stores for winter and the coats to survive the cold needed replenishing immediately. Today, he was making his way to the colder North. Searching for prey that would give them extra padding for the winter. Seals, polar bears. He wasn’t picky, so long as their coats and meat could enter the packs stores.

He felt the cold seep through his paws, and the extra thickness to his coat was the only thing keeping the worst out as he made his way across the dangerous terrain. The tops of trees poked through the ice, and frozen-over pockets of water were visible here and there. He could scent seal in the air. He lowered his nose, and got to tracking.

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