Neverwinter Forest Never Neverland

He did not deny her request, and releasing a gentle sigh of relief, the bi-toned dove followed after him, her own pace quickening to keep up with his strides. Her mind remained distracted, but she was eager to push past the memory of her father's empty eyes as she sidled up along the side of Shrike. Her own nose quivered at  the potential of what they sought -- apparently a hunt, which was just as well. Kjalarr's mate was with children, and while she worried about the five cubs they housed already, she seemed to be the only one.. but Ondine would surely appreciate a decent meal. 

The hoof prints were what led them, but she remained silent, in fear they would come upon them sooner than she expected and would spook them. She could only hope a smaller or more sickly one was within the herd to better the advantage, as for now there were just the two of them.