First he hadn't thought anything strange. Magpies were a lot like ravens and crows. They loved a free meal and wolves were often a source. As the Tainn padded over the thin blanket of snow before his eyes were at least a dozen of the things squabbling and chattering amongst themselves. While some appeared to be eating he wasn't sure what. There wasn't a large,obvious carcass. Where had the come from?
Bemused, the large wolf trod forward, a sharp,gruff bark leaving his mouth. A couple jumped to branches over head, others stood their ground and squawked. Had they found someone's cache? A furrowed brow his nose twitched thinking there might be deer remains. The closer he came to the site the moe mad the black and white birds became. Ones up high began to swoop down, others rise up to take their place. Irritated he snapped his teeth but they kept coming at him in waves. It was when one clip his head with its wing did a growl rise in his throat. "Damn bird!" he cursed, crouching down to launch his own attack.