His efforts were rewarded when he found the glen, all secluded and basked in mid-morning fog. The steepled rise of the mountains was covered as he made his way inward, drawn forth by the promise of water. He hadn't planned on meeting anyone here; a test of the air suggested no one had come knocking in quite a while. But snow had blanketed much here, not quite as tapered as it had been to the south and towards home.
A caught hare later and a shoreline view of the lake to follow, it was home that crossed his mind. He thought of it as he tore hide from flesh, then flesh from bone in tufts and haphazard tugs. How proud his family, as small as it was, would be to see him continue to flourish entirely on his own. If that truly was what it was—he had his share of struggles somewhere in there too. The hare was thin but tasted good, but only sated one of his problems for now.