Blackfoot Forest Entrance into the wilds

The male trudged on through the forest, eyes constantly searching for signs of life. His paws crunch against the crisp snow layng thick upon the forest floor. The noise is slightly irritating to the male, as it could give away his presence, but there is little he can do, so it simply becomes an accepted part of his journey. His mind runs on ahead of his paws, wondering where he is, and how much sustenance may be found in this forest.

And who else may be here, unseen.

Soon, he spots an owl take flight from a tree. Then, he sees the coon in the branches above him. A wry grin touched his lips upon spotting the eggs clutched in the animals hands. It was the way of things he mused. Survival demanded some cruelty out of necessity. The male continued to watch the coon for a few seconds, deep in thought. Ordinarly, raccoons were quite a nuisance for him. They could be quite the troublemakers when they wanted to be, although Shadowheart had to admit a grudging respect for the cunning of their kind.

His mind made up, the dark male situates himself beside the tree the raccoon is in. "Hello" he barks.