The right hand man

This place seemed to be in pristine condition for a loner. The prey was small and easy to catch, and he would never take anymore than was needed, that was a given. For the best course of action, it would to be camped here for the night until he could get a better look at his surroundings. His white tipped ears carefully situated to take in everything he could. The condition of his body, the condition of the air, if any wolves were nearby and how far they were away from his location.
Information was piled into him like a drug, he was never half alert and that was obvious. He didn't care for emotions, so as it stood, fear completely went out the window. Logic ruled his life in the out most of importance was his own well being. His dark colored front paws made home to the grass before he lifted his head again. Someone, was nearby.