Riddick - You discover a fresh kill and feast to your heart’s content.
It was cold. Not nearly as cold as last winter, but still cold all the same. Riddick had decided to take a walk, exploring the terrain surrounding the pack his sister had joined. He didn't much care for the male alpha- Lord Grizzly, as he made so named him within the confines of his mind. As angry as a bear- and he looked like one too. Riddick knew he wasn't the most agreeable of wolves, but Lord Grizzly just seemed intent on steamrolling him. Reminded the Faye too much of his father.
The female...She was alright, he supposed, wondering how things might've went had Lord Grizzly not appeared. She was undoubtedly the wish the star had sent him- a Silver Sign. Now if they would just tell him where his sister was.
A deep sigh in frustration helped the cold winter air impulse his nose, allowing Riddick to scent a smell unmistakable- a fresh kill! Instinct and eagerness kicked in, and the Faye began bound through the snow towards the smell, tongue lolling out to catch small clumps that flew through the air. Jumping over a large snow drift, Iddi was rewarded with a glorious sight- a stag, downed by a mysterious attacker. The predator must have been small, for it didn't take a lot of it's meal before leaving. Which meant he could have his fill, and perhaps- for good standing- take back some meat for Lord Grizzly as well.