Sex: MaleThe snow had come, and winter hadn’t even made itself at home yet. It was the prequel, the preview, the appetizer before the full meal was served, and Kjell knew this one would be just as bitter as the last. That he no longer lived on the side of a mountain meant little to him – now, he was a lone wolf, with only one companion, and they’d have no pack to feed them if they failed to fill their private caches now. Often, he allowed @Bishop to do whatever pleased her, moving out before it was light to complete a hunt, and bring back a small mammal to store with all the others.
For whatever reason, he was hesitant to ask the Lyall woman to actually hunt with him, perhaps afraid the adrenaline and fury that came with a kill would break whatever blossoming bond that was slowly trying to tie them together.
This time, Kjell ended up further north than he had meant to be, stalking a snowshoe hare at peace in the snow. That there was only a scarce inch or two was a boon to the wolf – it did not hinder his movement, and plenty of dead brush remained unburied, making the rabbit’s white pelt obvious against the fifty shades of brown. He only paused long enough after making the kill to clean the blood from his muzzle and one forelimb – once done, he’d be off with his prize, eager to show Bishop how well he’d done.
