Tharin had patrolled along the edges of the pack, noting the various damages the hurricane had done. He marked some places to strengthen the border, the water managing to actually weaken the scent. Once that was done he drifted past it, deciding to see if he could find any prey. They had been pretty terrified by the storm, and he'd found some dead. Actually tracking down some fresh prey would be nice. They had been scarce since the storm, though they were slowly coming back out.
Coming across the tracks of an injured goat Tharin's tail wagged. That would make a good tidy meal. He followed it as the trail wandered away from his pack, staying close to it's scent as it headed east. He slowed down as the scent grew stronger, looking ahead to see a billy goat rubbing his head against a nearby tree. The injury was to the goat's back. It looked like something had gotten lodged in there. It would be an easy kill then, and give him a good meal.