Wolf RPG

Having finally gotten away from the little girl at his side (not that it was a difficult task, but he had felt like he’d taken too long) he is able to travel at a speed much more suiting to his large form. He doesn’t have something hanging around him and he doesn’t have to worry about another less able-bodied wolf. All he has to do now is take care of his own and get to the coast.  Back tracking could lead a run in with other wolves, thickening his scent for those he left behind. He’ll only lead them away until he can shed the scent enough to put distance between himself and the others.
 
He does not worry much about them following either as he curves the side of a forest that opens up to the glen. Scents are stale and he lifts a brow curiously as he begins to further investigate what has been left behind. There isn’t a fresh canine scent for miles as he tracks, finding only the occasional rabbit or squirrel scurrying around. What was once here has long since died and the story it holds leaves him curious.

Hydra does not know what it is that brings her here, to this place. Perhaps it is because she knew that Rian had come from here—she desired to see what else, other than her, he had left behind. An ear twitched idly as she arrived before the coniferous place, and her nostrils drank deep the scent of abandonment. No pack had been here for some time, she realized. Hydra frowned, wondering the meaning of this. 

And then she moved deeper into the woods. The scent of Rian was not to be found, nor of Rannoch or Cypress. It was only the old scents of strangers and scavengers she caught now as she marched quietly throughout Neverwinter, attentive to her surroundings.

Nothing holds his attention for terribly long as he moves through the forest. His biggest focus is getting on the other side so he can find the ocean and he can return home. If the scent of something small of prey crosses his path, he’ll take the lead, but until then he moves carefully through the forest with no one around to disturb him. Arlo picks up his head and yawn, glancing over his shoulder every now and then but he moves again, stumbling across the scent of a rabbit that holds his attention a little while longer.

 

Hydra picked up the scent of something more recent, wolf. She does not really think on trailing it, its something she does idly. But a sound in the distance caught her attentions, and Hydra listened well. Another voice joined it. Unmistakably, it was her sisters calling to her. She spun on her heels and galloped in that direction, not thinking much on being stealthy at all.