-- claws digging through peat and soil, tongue pressed to cheek, body half in a hole in the ground, dirt being escorted out onto the ground behind him. with a low huff, the mad dog lifted his head with an irate growl. he'd buried a carcass here a while ago, somebody wouldn't have dared to have stolen it, would they have? giving a shake of his body, the epicyon clicked his tongue before climbing from his hole, sorely wishing to have the bones he had buried to crunch on and pull the marrow from. he had a hankering for the marrow, and though the marrow was fresher in newer kills, he didn't mind the scavenging aspect, eating his fill from what others had left behind.

arranging himself, he filled the hole back in with a few powerful strokes of his limbs, padding the loose soil down by walking over it, his mind lost in its own thought processes. shuddering at a cool wind, he turned his nose to the air. seems like they might be being burdened by a snowstorm, which could mean days of inadequate food. he could survive just fine without food for a few days, but the younger members didn't deserve the starvation that winter brought with it. heading back for camp at a trot, the male would stretch and yawn as he entered, announcing himself with a booming, "hey, snow storm's coming in. who wants to go hunting with me?", as he sat down to see who all would show up, scratching at his itching scars.