Ocean's Breath Plateau until his feet bleed and

wintersbane lets out a small snort as she teases him back. she makes a fair point and one that he cannot dispute. she doesn't strike him as the kind to use trickery ...not when, thus far, she's been nothing but incredibly outspoken with him. "that is a fair point." he concedes with a soft smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. "a slow ten." he promises with eyes closed. he shifts his weight, and begins his slow count. "one ...two ....three... —"

"nine ...ten." the tundrian calls out to the wilderness around him, eyes opening as he reaches the end of the count. he'd heard her rustling around to and fro while tried to make it difficult for him to track her and he'd tried to make an effort not to focus upon it. her scent weaves this way and that as he bows his head to draw it in among the bracken that covers the forest of the plateau's floor. he remembered, in the few times he'd played it with his siblings, it being a lot more straightforward. ...but alas, kids weren't worried about covering up their scent, or trying to throw the seeker off the actual.

he starts down one path, picking out the freshest of ones as he would while hunting prey and starts down it slowly, pausing to make sure it continued. finding her actual trail hadn't proved too difficult for the tundrian and he paces it slowly as it grows stronger, glacial eyes scouring the landscape for any sign of where she may be hiding. she has an advantage that he, assuredly, does not. her pelage is made to blend into terrains like this ...his belongs to the blue-black and blue-ish moonbeamed rays of a starless night. it hadn't exactly occurred to him at first but it's going to be hard for him to find a decent hiding spot when it's his turn. lest the plateau's wall has a cave or cavern he could wedge himself into but he doubts he'd have that kind of time.

he approaches seeking like he does hunting: with an unbidden seriousness that leaves his body poised alert. ears cupped forth atop his skull, eyes scanning and black, leathery nose drawing in the scents around him. she is here, and at first skim of the landscape he misses her. and then he draws in her scent again and among the roots sees the wisps of her pelage from where she's pressed against it. "found you." he declares triumphantly with a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "you know it occurs to me that i have a distinct disadvantage in this game." he points out to her.