Sunspire Mountains Raise me up

His simplicity only allowed him to focus on one task at a time. At present the spotlight of Leatherface's attention singled on allowing him to slide down the slope without breaking his neck. Despite his careful eye towards the placing of his paws, his muzzle would whip back periodically to check and see if Blue Willow was following and how she was faring. He may have been hesitant to even sniff her at first (and he might still be), but the smallest streak of danger would send him rushing to her rescue; for no other reason, than the fact that he enjoyed the female's company, as he enjoyed the companionship of most other wolves, and wished her well.

Torn between their decedent and watching Blue Willow, it was only half way down that it suddenly struck him to lower his head and check on the trail. What he inhaled against the rocks was a patch of fluff and a not a moment after the titan backpedaled with surprise; a few stray hairs still pricking against the moist tip of his nose. He gave a sharp sneeze at the sensation, tossing his head as he registered the scent: Food! His panting quickened with new excitement.

Lowering his frame with renewed anticipation, Leatherface's hackles raised expectantly at the dots that speckled the landscape a few leagues away on the slope. Their details were hazy from such a distance, but he didn't doubt that it was the herd he'd been hunting all morning. Whipping his tail against his haunches, the male's dull eyes shot back to Blue Willow with a renewed vigor.