Scavenging

The sweet smells of spring flowers filled the wolf's nose. A flat expanse of land was stretched out in front of him with a mountain range and forests off in the distance. He breathed in deep and exhaled, the breath leaving his body in the form of a content sigh. The weather was slightly cooler today as the sun had tucked itself behind the clouds and a breeze blew and made the flowers dance. Though he would've liked it to be colder as the Winter months were indeed his favourite, he could not hide his love for the colourful foliage that covered the grassy plains.

In addition to the gorgeous scenery, it meant that food was in now in abundance and there was nothing Bergan liked more than to eat... which was exactly why he was here. Mingled within the flora was the distinct scent of blood. Something had been killed recently, and his bottomless pit of a stomach was rumbling. He wasn't the best hunter as he was far too slow, but he had the size and brawn needed to steal someone else's. Squinting his green eyes, the wolf did his best to determine where the carcass was and sure enough, in the distance was a wolf standing over its kill.