Just as expected, it had taken the both of them to successfully drag the fawn's carcass up the mountainside and down into the small valley that housed their lake. They brought it to the den site, intending on sharing it with whoever was around. After he unlatched his jaws from it's stiff neck and let it drop with a muffled wumph into the snow, Chan stepped back to allow his mother the honor of opening their kill and taking first pick from the ensuing buffet.
His head tipped back, a howl tunneling upward into the sky from out of his throat. Chan and Moonshadow had returned, and they had brought something to eat. He hoped specifically that his brother was around; a nice, cozy family moment sounded just right at the moment.