Broken Antler Fen tracers

How about Gamekeeper? :3 Also, I should inform you that Tatsuya has rid himself of anything traced back to the Spine. Just a head's up.

The scent of prey drew him in. Closer to miry land and farther from Ouroboros Spine. A foolish venture, perhaps, given that Tonravik was bound to have her children in less than two weeks. In spite of that, Tatsuya tread on. What he did now, he did for the Spine and Tonravik's unborn whelps. That is what he had in mind. Alas, fate loved to tempt him with what he could not have. The moose here were grazing, heading towards Serpent's Stairway. Tatsuya was only one wolf. Trying to redirect them toward the Spine would end in failure...And death, as moose were not prone to fucking around. I'd rather not be trampled to death.
INDENTThe wolverine grew tired of looking upon their ample, meaty bodies. Begrudgingly, he left the herd with a grimace, fur along his nape smoothing as his temper bubbled inside him. Tatsuya circled around the herd undetected, searching for any weak or young. None caught his eye; this was a robust gathering. To redirect them would end him. Damn it. Following along his circular path, a oddly familiar scent caught his attention. Glancing in that general direction, he could see something move in between ferns and trees. It was a wolf. That much was apparent, but what was he doing here? Was he scoping out some game too?
INDENTThere was nothing he could do to these antlered bastards so he slunk over to where the wolf was sitting. Perhaps they could work together to spook the moose and –
INDENTOops. Never mind. The wolf was missing a leg. Half of one, anyway.
INDENT“How are you still alive?” The question was genuine, horror and fascination spreading across his countenance as he stared ceaselessly at the wolf's arm.