There was a certain scent to the air that day that he couldn’t quite put his paw on, but the rumbling of his stomach told his plenty enough that he needed to know. It was food, the rotting carcass of an animal somewhere within the pack lands that they had managed to miss somehow. From the scent, however, he deduced that it couldn’t have been more than a day or so old. The body of an animal, regardless of size, began decaying immediately. The only thing that kept them different were the sizes because the larger the animal the more cells there were to slowly eat themselves into oblivion helping with the rot. If it was just now beginning to smell, he would have bet anything that the prey was a sizeable animal and it would also explain why they hadn’t scented it before.
A grin spread across his maw at this as he lifted his head to the air, nose drinking in an sifting through the plethora of scents around him before latching onto the one he was looking for. Once he’d found it, he slowly began to move in the direction it came from with a pleased step. Hopefully they were able to get to it before some other predator did. He didn’t fancy a run in with a cougar any time soon.