the wind's a cheating wife

Head lowered. Ears lifted. His voice faded on the wind only to catch sound of another as it replied. Good. Aasivak was on his way. Iqniq turned his attention back to the trail. He did not want to lose track of this animal. Boars were a troubling thing. A good meal, if a wolf could manage it, but a force unto themselves. Those tusked coupled with their natural tendency towards aggression made hunting them difficult. It also made them a threat to any wolf on their lands. He did not want to chance that animal alone. Help was much needed and much appreciated.

Nose to the ground, he followed the fading hoof prints. With each step they grew clearer. The scents freshened. He eventually found himself in the middle of a covey where the swine must have dwelled. Its aroma was everywhere. The ground. The trees. It had made this portion of the Spire its home and did not appear so intent on moving out. His face hardened. They'd have to give it a reason to leave for good. Death seemed like the best option. It'd been a while since he'd dined on boar.

Food was prominent on his brain when the wolf caught up with him. Iqniq lifted his nose from the scent and chuffed a quick greeting. He hoped Aasivak was ready to go. Iqniq had idled here long enough. Too much longer and he was afraid the wild pig would get away. Now that the wolf was here, he wasted no time in pursuing the trail. With the leggy shadow at his side they could lay eyes on the boar before it noticed them. With a quick tip of his head and swish of his tail they were off. They needed no words to communicate the reason for this excursion. They were wolf. The intent was clear.