Why did everywhere he went around these parts make him feel like he needed to be a damn goat? While the lowlands made him miss the trees, the never ending hills and deadly dropoffs of the Fjord made him miss the lowlands. A few trails littered here and there, but other than that it felt like he should mutate a pair of hooves. And, what made it worse was the incessant howling that seemed to come with it. The wind carried bits of snow with it, sending it screeching through the twists and turns of the land and making him puff up his winter coat irritably. He wouldn’t have come out here if he hadn’t been looking for something to hunt for the pack.
Currently the Monadnock was lacking in resources, finding it hard to keep their pack on stable meals because of the lack of meat to go around. To put it point blank, the Monadnock was slowly starving with their current population. He knew it wasn’t his friend’s fault, but he sometimes wished that Hal had picked a better place to settle down. Hell, he was surprised she hadn’t made them jump right over to Jessie and Drestig in the fields. But, still his morals wouldn’t allow him to try to do anything other than his best. While they still had mouths to feed the boy would do his best to sate their hungers. So, with a huff he continued to trudge along in an attempt to find some grub.