sounding polar

The hostility of his pack was lost to the likes of young Maelstrom. To him, it was just the wolves that he lived with, and frankly, he rarely saw them. They had claimed a wide expanse of land that crossing paths unintentionally was rare. He was free to be a pup and do what he like without being bothered. Which was probably why he was enjoying his time exploring with Rannoch. The elk was massive, but friendly, and in a sense, it made him feel safer. There would be no threat of polar bear or mountain lion attack with the giant nearby.

Wandering along the territory line that Rannoch insisted on staying on one side of, Maelstrom's ears perked at the question. His mauve and violent gaze turn inward down the slopes toward the sound's rounding waterway. "I have scented reindeer and black tail deer near the water where the grass grows," he points his nose to a meadow of sorts that was void of trees and green shoots could be seen. "I haven't been on a hunt yet. I'm not sure if they do hunt here or somewhere else," the pup could only shrug, inwardly curious why Rannoch would want to know such a thing.

"Maelstrom"