Since arriving at the lake a short while ago, Nero had mostly stuck to the forest on the southern side of the body of water, following whatever prey happened to be in the area. Ever since he’d taken down the flat-tailed rat, however, he had been seeking them out wherever he could. They were easy prey, if he could get to them, but his aversion to getting his face chewed on more than absolutely necessary had kept him from catching them as often as he’d like. He’d kept the laceration on the side of his face clean with Kyra’s help, but his jaw still ached, and the wound still looked raw.
Eventually, his search took him across the river and into the forest on the western bank of the clear lake, thinking that he might have more success there. The creatures seemed drawn to the water for most of their needs, after all.
When he got there, however, it was the scent of prey that beckoned him forward. The forest on this side seemed almost crowded, which caused his lip to curl. More strangers to deal with. More competition for food when he was already scraping by.
There was a familiar scent here, though, something he recognized… but that seemed unlikely. The Covenant wolves had gone back to their mountain… or so they had told him, anyway. With his nose to the ground, Nero continued forward, every sense alert for signs that he might not be alone.
Jul 10, 2018 09:09 AM
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