Making his way briskly along the plateau of the stone that he called home, the subordinate moved directly towards the three medium sized boulders which sheltered the cache from the worst of the weather. Snow was still thick upon the ground; being higher up from the tundra made it slightly colder up on the plateau which resulted in the snow taking longer to melt even on warmer days.
As he approached the three boulders, he thought nothing of the familiar scent of his pack mates being nearby, until he grew closer. White brows furrowed in confusion as he noticed signs of recent disturbance around the cache site, with freshly moved snow stained dark from muddy paws. Pausing, he lowered his head to sniff at the paw prints and quickly realised that there was not just one but two scents imprinted into the snow.
The first he recognised to be Odin, which, was not too much of a surprise considering the boy had been helping him look after Anaia – although he’d never actually given the younger male permission to retrieve something from the medicinal cache on his own. The second scent was less familiar and it took him a moment to recall the name of another wolf who had joined the ranks recently. Piety was it? His black-tipped tail flicked with irritation as he stepped back, glancing around him for any signs of the new female. What had she been doing with his cache?
Large paws were set into motion as he began slowly moving the muddied mound of snow that concealed the stash of plants beneath, anxious to see what had happened to his precious collection.