Neverwinter Forest Thank God it's Friday, Again

Snow kicked up behind him, there was a light frosting of it across his back, some fallen from the sky, but most off the trees.  He was going along the outside of the forest where the foliage wasn't as dense, jogging along at a good clip as he investigated the trails that prey and wolf alike had left behind.  Earlier in the day he'd investigated for prey, and had decided that for the short term, this might make a good base of operations.  There were even a few old dens -- had it been a pack long ago?

His pace slowed, barely panting.  There was a heavily traveled game trail that wound its way deeper in and that's where he stopped.  Sniffing around the pine needles and light dusting of snow in the fading evening light, he could tell that a herd of deer had been through here recently.  He wondered if any were injured.  Maybe.  The falling snow was hiding a little bit of that information.  His acid green eyes flicked around in the low-angled light, he couldn't see any pawprints.  It'd make things hard if he was alone.  If he found someone else before he found the deer, perhaps he could convince them to split the kill if they caught one.

He turned down the trail and headed into the forest.