Hoshor Plains run rabbit run

The day was oddly quiet as Rannoch rummaged amongst what little food they had stored away in their makeshift cache. He had been keeping and eye to see if anything had rotted and thankfully all seemed right with their supplies. Pleased, he turned from his task to glance about the territory, feeling at peace with the day. There were no pressing matters for him to attend to, and it seemed as though most of the pack was present in the general area of their settling. The one individual that had been missing struck out to Rannoch, and at the realization, his heart dropped: Titmouse was missing. It made sense given how quiet it was as the boy was notorious for livening up any situation with noises and activity. 

Feeling worried for the wayward child, Rannoch beckoned to whoever to following along to see if they could track down the boy. Though Rannoch was confident that it had only been a few hours since Titmouse had last been spotted, he wanted to make sure he was okay, given the fact that he had left the general vicinity of the pack without a travel buddy. 

With whoever had decided to join him, he led the group along Titmouse's scent trail and, thankfully, it had appeared that he hadn't gotten too far from the group. Relief was quick to strike the burly man, and he saw a figure not too far away that could have easily resembled the child. Smiling, Rannoch turned to @Cypress with a wave of his tail and a smile, but it was as he was turned that Rannoch caught a wave of a new scent that both hit him suddenly and caused alarm. Joy quickly subsided as the strange smell overcame him. Just unsure of what it was, Rannoch turned back to the grassy area and soon caught sight of the lumbering beast in the distance. Though he had never seen anything like it, Rannoch feared what it would bring to his family and as such, he turned to the gathered wolves as he attempted to formulate a plan. Having no experience with whatever lingered, Rannoch was oblivious to the fact that this breed of a creature was what had slain his parents. 

"We need to get Titmouse," instructed Rannoch quickly, looking to the wolves. "I don't know what that thing is, but I know running into it could cause trouble." His heart was racing now, fearing for everybody involved. There was nothing nice about the figure that lumbered in the distance, and if Rannoch were a betting man, he'd bet that this thing would cause them trouble. 

"Maybe we creep up and grab 'Tit quickly?" He suggested after a beat, finding that that was the best that he had. "We'd need somebody that was good at creeping up on prey, as we need the same amount of silence." Surveying the gathered wolves, he attempted to find the best candidate. "The rest of us will be on watchout," he added as an afterthought.