Fox's Glade stags

tagging @Venextos for visibility

 
he had not seen the pale loner for some time — felling a brace of geese, garait buried one in the forest cache for his brother and set off with the other swinging from his jaws. he found thin trails of the man's scent, but they faded into the thicker scent of foxes that filled the glade where garait stepped carefully. nares flaring, the great wolf dropped his kill to the earth and parted his jaws to call for @Skwol. there was no doubt within him now — a few murmured words to venextos, garait had taken the attalus' murmurings to heart, and now stood in the den of foxes, wondering tensely if the snowhued male would appear.