Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

Kodiak relied heavily on his nose to sense the world around him, as a skilled tracker it was one of his biggest assets. But much like dry conditions were poor for scenting, so was a steady rain, which washed and scattered the scents on the ground and dampened the ones on the wind. So the brown bear was forced to give up his track on the bighorn sheep that reigned on the ridge. He would have to peg their movements at another time when he could better decipher their trails.

The rain slowed, and the curtain that obscured his vision lessened, enough that Kodiak spotted the black Alpha ascending further up the ridge some distance from him. The brown bear had restlessly pursued her, but now that he had found her and gained a spot among her ranks, his single-minded stalking had stopped. He no longer followed her every move, but made a point to mingle with her if their paths crossed, and certainly had made himself available to respond any of her calls.

He alerted her to him with a bark from where he stood, his tail waving, and then set about picking his way toward her. If only he had the dexterity and sure-footedness of goat on these rocks, he'd been there in moments, but their surfaces were slick and wolves were not built as masterful climbers, so his progress was deliberate but slow.