Deadliest Catch, Season 20

He'd been out here before, but not during the dead of winter. Out here, in the barren landscape, the cold seemed to dig its icy fingers deeper into his bones than he'd ever experienced. Not quite his favorite terrain, but he was searching for something to help keep him warm through the chilly nights and enough meat to bring back to the pack. Perhaps if he brought a chunk of something good to the Warlord, it would show he was worth keeping around. That's what pack wolves did, right?

Keeping his stride long, steps steady and calculated, Wilder attempted to be as silent as possible. With the snow more ice than actual snow, its hard to hide the sound of his approach. Every quiet crunch beneath his toes could potentially give his position away. He was going to settle with some Barnacle Geese as their feathers would provide the most comfort and warmth, but the sound of deep grunting closer to the eastern shore caught his attention.

As his vermilion gaze sweeps over toward the walruses, he also notices two female wolves watching carefully as well. They ain't gonna hunt those beasts down themselves, are they? Wilder thinks to himself as he watches the scene for a moment. Maybe they'd like help? Wouldn't hurt to try? The words barely finish in his head before he's off toward pair, continuing his near silent steps with their quiet crunches until he's within whispering distance.

"Hope ya sharpened yer teeth. Their blubber ain' easy to tear," he comments, one brow raised curiously as he looks from the duo to the blubbering beasts that lounge all fat and dumb-like on the shore.

WILDER