Bitterroot Valley ut alii vivant

Smoke was on the borders when he heard the call, patrolling. There was an urgency to it, but it was also unusually dulled. There was one of two possibilities, either his new found leader was in some sort of danger, or there was a hunt a-foot. Both of which filled him with excited, but he obviously hoped it was the latter of the two as he stomach grumbled at the thought. It had been a long time since he had company enough to bring down any kind of hoofed animal. The largest meal he had recently was fish he caught from the stream and that was few and far between as his fishing skills left much to be desired. 

Running of rocks, snow and the occasion patch of snow-less moss he approached as quietly as he could manage trotting with light feet on the ground. In the distance he saw the dark female and the tracks and smiled, it was a hunt! His tongue lolled out of his mouth for a second but he quickly recoiled it back into jaws and made himself presentable for his leader. He said nothing as he approached in the interest of not scaring prey away, he simply tipped his head in respect and awaited his instructions.