Blackfoot Forest lance of the falling moon

his gaze followed his brother's, his brow furrowed as he scrutinized the vale and rise of timber ahead of them. from this vantage the many footpaths that curled through the rift of fog and trees were visible; from their shape and width he assumed some were deerpaths -- others, the male felt possibly carried the patter of many pack wolves. 

he would scout ahead; it was better for garait to extend as little energy as possible. as they drew closer the male motioned to a soft bough of snow covered thicket - here garait could salvage some respite and tend to his injuries, while venextos investigated ahead. it would not be long before their presence was noted  - once garait settled, venextos wondered if he should make their arrival plain to any pack wolf, lest their quiet travel be mistaken for subterfuge.