Bitterroot Valley ingwaz; the beginning of something

He continued to make his way through the snow, his focus directed only on making his way across the plain; he shut out other distractions, eager to make his way to shelter before night fell. It wasn't that the beast feared being caught in the open— he was an apex predator, after all— but other lone wolves weren't trustworthy. Kaylan had learned this over the years, and would not allow himself to be caught off guard.

It was lucky, then, that a dark figure cut into his field of view off in the distance or he would have been caught unaware. He paused in his movements, debating whether to continue on his path (which would surely intersect with the other) or skirt around, but with a rumbling sigh, he resumed his trek without altering his path. A brief encounter wouldn't waylay him too badly, and he had no qualms about immediately leaving if the conversation wasn't worth his time.