At the base of the mountains, near the territory of the northern tundra and the wandering mountains, Glandur hauled his latest kill to the base of the cave and towards the back. He dropped the kill among several others, took inventory and sighed.
"It should be enough," he thought as he took inventory of everything else in his cave. It was a decent size, enough to fit five B'alam like himself in here. He had enough bedding and food to last him a couple of days at least, if he rationed himself.
He padded out of the cave and looked outside, smelling the air.
He can feel it, the on coming cold. The storm is going to hit hard. He can survive the cold, that is not what he was worried about but food was going to be scarce and it is already driving all of the prey either into hiding or moving farther away from his location.
Unlike others he knows about, he doesn't like to chase his prey into unfamiliar lands. No, he likes to stay in this spot, where it is secluded and few B'alam ever come near.
"I should probably try to hunt another one or two, just in case." He said to himself as he raced off.
Rosencranz
I hope this is okay