Sawtooth Spire Lasiurus

In the coming day, the pack would fell the very goat that had been so discreet beforehand. But, in the meantime they had another task at hand. Tonravik would settle for any scent they came across... given he had said there was a lack of prey in general. 

For a little over an hour, it was true. In the lower reaches, there was an abundance of nothing. All was as he had said. And when there was a trail, the frequent waterways of the Spire saw it fit to intervene until there was nothing left of it on the other side. But there was so much ground to cover that the woman herself continued on, her drive never once leaving her. The alpha female had dealt with worse, after all, and there were trails... they just faded to nothingness. 

Two hours gone, now. 

As they ascended, and moved into the snowy, stony reaches of the land, they came to an open meadow-valley of grass and snow both. It was here she smelled consistency and the thick, strong odor of prey that blessedly lingered. The alpha female panted excitedly, ears flickering as she turned to look to her subordinate to note if he could recognize these signs as well.