Autumn was Coran's favorite season to hunt in. It was cool, yet warm and the rut was beginning for a number of prey species. With their lowered guard it made for fruitful hunting and Coran intended to take full advantage of the season. Even if he did not have a pack to provide for he wanted to get his winter stores in shape, both for himself as well as the band he eventually planned to start. Winter was rough as a loner. He hoped to avoid such a tasking existence if possible.
Coran was on the trail of white tail deer. In particular his focus was on a hazed, hormone-driven buck that he could could fell for meat. About the same time his trail ran cold he picked up that of another. A lion. Coran flinched. Dammit. He should've known he wasn't the only predator out in the prairie. The scent belonged to a young, male lion. Probably prideless. Probably dangerous. Coran started to abandon the scent trail when the lion burst backwards from the brush, backing into him. Another wolf attacked from the front and Coran scrambled to get out of the way. The lion kicked back at him but he swiftly rolled to the side. Well, so much for a peaceful hunt.
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