It was that time of year once again and the fur was flying. It scattered to the wind in tight clumps at the beating of the behemoth’s paws. He’d paused in his duties to rid himself of the clinging irritation. Grouchy as ever he turned his fangs on his back, biting and tearing away the bits of white fluff that still clung to him as the clime warmed. His arctic pelt, though a blessing in the winter months, was a terribly difficult thing to be rid of, causing the male to look far more disheveled than normal. His bulk was somewhat lessened as the fur melted away, making him appear slimmer, though he still remained taller and more well-muscled than the rest of his pack. If it did anything it emphasized his muscle more, revealing a belly trimmer than one would expect. He was not undernourished, but frequent exertion and a fast metabolism quickly melted all fat away. He’d found his duties in New Dawn were not without benefit, he could run faster every day, and was even developing a sort of grace that one would not suspect in a creature so big.
He’d ventured into the forest called Glen Eerie to the north and west of the communal den. Now that the snows had melted and spring had sprung the virgin forest promised prey of all varieties. Deer lake, in particular, always seemed to live up to its name. Tracks from various walks of life littered its muddy shores, deer not the least of which. He found traces of weasels and rabbits, elk, and even a moose. The moose tracks sparked his interest a moment before his keen nose found the trail cold. To his distaste he also found a set of prints from a porcupine, and a family of skunks. He wrinkled his nose at the pair. He’d been quilled before, and he wasn’t intent on it happening again. With a dismissive snort he turned tail from the waters edge and headed further into the trees. A set of deer prints were headed in that direction and the bi-colored wolf followed the trail with his nose to the ground.
He proceeded slowly, and with extreme caution. The greenery around him would do nothing as far as camouflage and he was hopelessly exposed. A twig snapped a distance off and the male stopped altogether. He held his breath and sunk lower to the ground, ears perked ever forward. Moments later he began the pursuit anew, creeping carefully forwards, where the scent was strongest. His yellow eyes found movement amidst the trees. A young buck was rubbing his newly sprouted rack against the trunk of a tree, far too occupied to spot the predator stalking him from the underbrush. When he was as close as he dared he sprung from cover and gave chase. The buck spooked and predator and prey sprinted further into the forest.
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