It was undeniable there would be a lot of mouths to feed this spring. Like the man he always aspired to be he would rise to the challenge, do so without complaint, despite only a few of those being his own doing. Surely no one could say he didn't have a soul, but if he ever met the sperm donors he would like to think he would leave them with little to procreate any more. Worthless bastards.... There was little to be done, and in the end he would take care of his pack. He only wished there were more veterans in the Bend that were not expecting.
Triell and Serach was outnumbered by young and inexperienced. In this moment he felt like cursing Drestig and Jessie for skipping out. Their presence, and expertise would have helped him feel more confident. But, it wasn't their fault nor responsibility either so he forced in a long breath trying to clear all thoughts of them from his mind. He had to look at this logically, and strategically. They surely had numbers, and the soon to be yearlings were not without some kind of knowledge. They could do a lot of herding, and dodging. Yes, it was time to see how well this new unit could work together. Where their strength and weaknesses lie.
All right, what he really needed to worry about right now was prey. No prey, there would be no hunt. The dark wolf padded further from the Bend, recollecting the map in his mind. The herds were migrating, and the caribou could be swinging back this way or mother deer and their fawns. Suddenly he stopped, the air of the wood pulled into his lungs and he focused on the information it brought. No, nothing yet. Damn, if it wasn't one thing it was surely another.