Years of hunting and pest removal had made it hard to find them but it was easy enough when one knew how to think like a wolf. He was quiet on his feet as he made his way back to the trap he had set that morning. It was for pups so he brought his testing gear and a chest of fresh meat with him rather than removing the pups and risking the mother abandoning them. Blake gave a gentle smile as he spotted the four unhappy pups who quieted down to stare at him curiously.<br/><br/>"You four are growing well," he stated as he set the ice chest down and shrugged his back pack, "You all might not like me in few but it's not going to hurt you any when a free meal is involved."<br/><br/>He chuckled and opened the chest to pull out a few strips of raw meat. Opening the first trap he patiently waited for the pupto come for the meat before scooping him up and giving him a quick look over. He plucked a tick off him before giving him more meat the getting a few vitals with some gear from his back.<br/><br/>Picking up a tape recorder he spoke into it about the health of the pup just as the little one found his shoelace to be a fun toy. He smirked and let the little male play before move to the next three pups. All seemed happy to be fed even if it wasn't by their mother, "I better go before you mother gets back and chases me off."<br/><br/>Everytime he looked at these little puppies he was reminded of a time when the wolf wasn't as loved as it is now, "Grow big and strong," he demanded as he stood packed his things and hiked back to his truck traps in hand. He never once realized he had an audience.