Ever since he began planning to leave the Haunt, Black Hat had his eyes on the mesa and its lion head mountain. Having just departed hours ago, he found himself in the midst of a barren grassy expanse. Snow lightly drifted down from the clouds to coat the dry plains in a thin white sheet.

He noticed a small herd of ungulates in the distance, though he couldn't recognize the species from here. They were sandy in color with snow white underbellies and strange pronged horns. He decided he'd simply call them "pronghorns" for simplicity's sake. Their fawns caught his attention, aged but still clearly young and vulnerable. He stalked closer, though he'd observe their behavior from a distance before striking.

A blue blip in the distance was coming his way on what appeared to be a one-way track to a set destination. His underside was stark white like the pronghorns, but this being was lupine. Perhaps he'd agree to be hunting partners. Black Hat trotted over to intercept him, wispy tail billowing like a banner in the wind.

Good afternoon, He courtiously greeted, somehow able to bend his raspy voice into sounding smooth. I've my eyes on that herd over there and was wondering if you'd be up for a hunt. He gestured to it with his snout. They were both lone wolves in the dead of winter; only a fool would turn down such an opportunity.

"You seem different than most others I've run into." Black Hat tilted his head and chuckled.

That's because I am, He said with a crescentic yellow grin. Even without knowing what types of wolves this man had met, Black Hat knew he was one of a kind. The stranger introduced himself as "Negate", an interesting name, but not entirely awful. Black Hat, He offered. Would you dare to try your luck hunting with me, Negate?