I find a den and make myself at home. I begin to mark my territories and claiming my spot. "I got a great view of the woods and I can scent intruders or members coming. Imma camp here."

You packmate says something to the hurt wolf before glancing playfully at you.

Suddenly, she leaps onto you, making you tumble to the ground.

You sniff the air. He was from your pack!

You lie down and think.

XD.

You land on target.

You begin making a den.

I nudge it towards the wolf letting it take the first bite

I drag the successful catch out of the stream. It's soaked, but no one will really care. Now, What to do about my packmates? I drag the deer to the nearest collection of trees and cover it with whatever materials I can find. Sitting near the still warm mound Lokin thinks. I'm not too far from the rendezvous point, but that's to far to drag the deer. I don't want to leave the kill because then I'll probably loose it to some other wolf or predator. The only thing Ieft to do is howl and hope my own pack hears it. Maybe Ruthless would, if they didn't go too far. Granted we did go in different directions. Ugh, lesson learned. Next time, we're not splitting up. Lokin lets out a low pitched howl, it carries a warning to threats but also identifies himself. Hopfully that will get someone's attention. But I will fight with my life to keep my kill, so hopefully I won't have any Moon pack problems.

She gets up and smiles sweetly.