Neverwinter Forest Thank God it's Friday, Again

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Again he paused, sweeping his nose across the game trail.  It had narrowed right where he'd stopped and so a few too many overlapping scents for him to pick one out of the bunch and be able to tell if that would be the right one to hunt.  He'd probably have to find a place where it widened and they all started trying to munch on whatever greenery they could find or something.

As he was contemplating this, another sound broke the air.  First faint steps on the edge of his hearing, then a woof.  His head snapped around.  There was a reddish wolf approaching, seemed friendly, and Quixote relaxed from his probably intense-looking pose.  Basically all of his focus had been on possibly getting some food -- and being a lone wolf, that was kind of an important thing.  His ears flicked forward and took a step or two in that direction.  His nostrils flared.  Oh look, an actual pack wolf, was it?  He at least smelled of more wolves than a single individual would.  Quixote would have to drain him for information at some point but wasn't sure whether that would be before or after he attempted a hunt.  If this dude wasn't interested then it'd be after.

Hunting or what?  He sort of had come down the same scent trail, as far as he could see.  Seemed like a pretty logical conclusion.  Really, though, it was up to the packwolf what was gonna happen -- Quixote wasn't exactly in a very good position to demand otherwise.