The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can

The wild-mannered wolf was literally running from Swiftcurrent Creek. He wasn't running fast—it was more of a quick, evenly-paced lope—but he was running nonetheless. Running from all the thoughts and emotions being a part of this pack had evoked in him. Few had ever taken the time to spend in Haunter's presence, so he hated (and yet relished) in the feeling of it now. He was afraid now to leave them as often as he tended to do, and found himself spending more and more time within the Creek's confines, wandering less and less even if his body bade him to.

He obeyed his body's lusts now, and escaped, leaving his perilous thoughts behind for some other fool to worry about. Haunter kept his mind as blank as possible, deciding that a hunt would do him well because he had not eaten in over forty-eight hours and was only just now realizing that his caving belly was empty besides anything but the want of food. He found himself at the nearest peak, unconsciously bidden towards his home turf, the type of land and scenery he was most adapted to. And here is where he would hunt.

He was tracking a ram amongst the slopes, careful of his own steps if only because this was a moment to be silent and mindful of ones actions if they wanted to eat. Now was not a time for reckless bounding or heedless exploring. He followed the thin trail as it thickened, and then suddenly another trail mingled with the ram's, and he was alarmed to recognize Xi'nuata's scent. Alarmed because he disliked what the Teekon Wilds was doing to him—making him remember these acquaintances and whatnot.

He was almost afraid to meet her again, but followed the trail(s) regardless because his stomach bid him to. After a while, he wasn't sure whether he was tracking her or the same ram she was tracking. Either way, he followed; and it was too much to hope that she had already caught the meal, because he found himself gazing at her warm, autumn back before spotting the prey. Haunter made a minimal sound at the back of his throat to catch her attention, rather than coming from behind and potentially startling her.