Overture Downs It's Foregone

*throws this up before going to work!!* @__@

Snowfall had coated the terrain overnight, leaving the trail left in the wake of a herd of deer for him to follow. While he had been undecided about leaving the territory, the temptation was too great to resist. He longed to hunt as he had before, though all attempts he had made were shaky at best. But the adjustment to only having an eye was coming gradually and tracking was at least one thing he could do well.

As he wound his way through the quiet valley, the tracks became more and more obscured. While there was sparse forestry across the plain, the snow had long drifted over the paths they had taken. Ahead of him, the sun revealed not much at all but proved to be a nusiance as he crested a small hill — it stung his eye and forced him into a perpetual squint as he pressed ahead.

Though a test of the wind did not tell him much of where the herd had gone, he was drawn towards the grove all the same. It had gone long quiet in the start of winter, much like the rocky valley to the Hollow's south had. For all accounts, Mordecai assumed the packs had moved on and shortly switched gears, curious of whether or not such was true.

And as for the wolf along the bank of a winding stream that lied between him and his goal, he did not spot him just yet.