-24C/-12F Clear
It was late and Wendigo was hungry. Him and Rhamnus had not eaten since their events at the bluffs a few days before and the brother had set out in search of something for the pair of them. He had been perfectly content on finding prey like any lawful wolf would do but had quickly switched plans when he had come across the scent of a pack nearby. Why would he waste all of his energy hunting and taking down prey when it would be so easy to just steal them some and he would be back in half the time?
The dark yearling had waited until nightfall, staying far enough from the borders so as to not raise suspicion, nothing more than a loner passing through the area. Now he was confident he could pull off his stunt. Standing from where he had laid in wait Wendigo stretched lazily, his breath billowing in front of him in the cold. Orange eyes gleamed in the moonlight, it was showtime.