She left the territory often. Possibly to hunt, maybe not. The last time he had detected her return it had been laced with the scent of another. Another she had not returned with, so he couldn’t have been a recruit. It seemed the male was intent on teasing him too. Scent dancing so closely to their borders only to shoot away again. He was going to figure this out, and maybe do a spot of hunting while he was out.
He had lost their trail, yet again, but picked up on the enticing scent of a <i>free</i> meal. He hadn’t been a pack wolf for long enough yet that he was willing to turn up a quick, <i>free</i> lunch and so he had set his nose to tracking it down, and quickly found himself amongst the charred remains of the wildwood.
The rabbit, if that was in fact what it had been, had been torn to shreds. Not killed for eating but merely for the pleasure of it from the looks. It was strewn across the clearing from one end to the other. The scent of rage and madness still tainted where the beast had been a few hours before, and it tugged at a distant memory in the golden wolf’s mind but he pushed it down. He was well due past returning. Quickly sniffing out the scraps he could, he focused on eating. He was not as thin as he had been, but he still had a lot of weight to regain, to return to his former, healthy weight.</blockquote>