NOTE: Dated forward two days to 17th of December
Rabbit... coyote... mountain goat... deer... fox...
Lifting his creamy golden muzzle from the snowy ground after picking up all the crisscrossing scents of predator and prey he could, Aspen looked around curiously. The scents were very faint, courtesy of the powdery snow upon which he currently stood, but they were still there, which meant they could be nearby. The prey he dismissed, it wasn't worth the effort to go trailing after a long gone scent and end up lost in a place he had no idea how to traverse, but he kept the predators in mind. It wasn't that he was afraid of them, no, if anything, when they saw him they'd run away scared, as they should, but he kept a wary eye out for them anyway. Being prepared was what kept him alive, what gave him an edge against all the ordinary wolves of the world. He was the King, and no one could dethrone him, as he was always ten steps ahead.
Padding leisurely up to a boulder nearby, the Psychopathic Flirt ran his side back and forth roughly against the flat surface, easing an itch that had been annoying him for some time now. Once his itch had been eased, Aspen shook out his coat and glanced at the boulder. "Thank you for your help... may we never meet again," he said with a smirk before padding away, further up from the foothills of the mountain where he currently was and to the higher reaches of the mountain that he had set his sights onto. He wanted to see the world from all the way up there, at the very peak of the mountain, where a crowned king should be.