Wapun Meadow a hellish glow of hot orange

it seemed ich'aak had more than one shadow committed to him that day. wordlessly he turned back once and glimpsed the intense burn of his follower's orange irises -- he made no move to quell tadec's behavior, yet he did not encourage it either.

he paused once to scent the air again and the scent of ptarmigan rifled through the cold wind -- ich'aak turned and stalked carefully through the thicket, his muzzle skimming the snow as he followed the scent of prey on quick limbs.