early evening, smoke, 73F/23C
The pups were old enough to be eating regurgitated meat rather than just milk. On one paw that made things harder as it meant that they were going through the caches faster, but on the other pay it was a blessing that they weren’t nursing. With Sharlee and Reade now missing it wasn’t like his cousin’s litter had a lot of free teets to suckle on, and Clover had her paws full of her own.
The leader was pissed. He couldn’t believe he had given his cousin his blessing to breed and then they had both up and left the kids behind. He was done being nice, no more chances, if they came back he would chase them off himself. No more free rides, no more taking in everyone’s orphans, look what had happened last year. He needed to get some of the pent out rage out, and the arrival of the smoke that hazed the area seemed the perfect cover.
The herd had been hanging close for weeks and Viorel had been keeping a close eye on them. The haze appeared to make them docile, confused, a little dopey. He had announced in the morning that this evening would be a larger hunt that needed multiple members to attend, and now he waited at the pre-arranged spot. He couldn’t wait to dig his teeth into something.