Long Time No See

Bane lounged about in his den, content for the most part, and warm, though the fact that he was by forced to live by himself still brought the occasional shiver some days during this season. And it wasn't from the cold. The dangling deerskin pinned over the entrance by a few stones did a good job of letting air in and keeping heat from mostly escaping. But Bane was alone, though busy during the more recent days with carving his mark onto the trees. He had his first good meal in a long while when a deer had taken a drink and let its guard down, the ensuing chase ending when he had tackled and drowned it under the fractured and loose ice of the river from their fall.

Almost drowned himself, the elder wolf rolling to his paws and giving his pelt a shake to free it of dirt, his nose brushing aside the deerskin. The days light shown in his one eye and he rapidly blinked to adjust the uncomfortable feeling. Bane eyed the antler stuck in the ground and gingerly picked it up, snow compressing as he laid down and began to chew a design. A few moments passed as he felt with his tongue and continued to gnaw a curve in the antler. The call of another reached him and Bane dropped his ceremonial stick to loose a low howl. Whoever that was, they knew his name, and if the wanted to talk they would have to come to him.