"Yeah, we'll go along the river and then turn in to the den." Jay said inbetween licks. She was trying to avoid where they had left Storm last. She looked back thoughtfully and then gripped the caribou in her jaws before starting to drag it along only hoping that Annabelle was following. The scent of fresh-kill wafted up through her nose temptingly, but she knew the pack would be hungry. This would hold them off for a few days at least.