Frostfire Ridge drowning in the crowd

A glacier rose like an ethereal, glowing rock from the sea where it towered in the nearby distance, seen from the edge of the Ridge. The view it offered was something that a more creative creature might have considered to be magnificent or something to a similar effect. Semet was not that creative sort and thus considered only what kind of hunting it offered. He saw little use for the ridge itself aside from getting a good view of potential herds; he turned from it soon after his fiery red-orange gaze swept over it once more and fixated his attention upon the thriving forest and evergreens in the distance. He shrugged into the foliage, ducking his head to avoid a low hanging evergreen branch before he paused, lowering his head towards the earth to sniff at the dead pine needles and litter that covered the forest floor. The forest would provide shelter against any potential elements heading his way, and, if he was lucky, would offer him some woodland creatures he could hunt to fill his belly when his hunger awoke once more.

To the east he'd caught the scent of a nearby pack, with a slight tint of familiarity to the scent, though he could not immediately place it. He'd been tracking Gavriel's scent — mixed as it was with Vercingetorix and Seregrýn's scents. They had made it this far, at least. If they had found Heda Semet could not say for certain, but first his goal was to catch up with his childhood friend. From there, he could make the next move and decide what happened next. The snap of a twig nearby caused his head to rise, ears to swivel attentive atop his skull, hackles to bristle and his lip to lift ever so slightly in a physical warning as his fiery red-orange eyes scanned the landscape around him, attempting to discern if the sound was a threat or simply a nearby woodland creature.

this post is absolute crap. i had an idea of where i was going & i was pulled away half way through the first paragraph and lost what i was originally going to write. ;-;