Hushed Willows he walks on the thorny warpath to the heavens

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a fellow predator he soon discerns from the faint scent. there is no wind through the trees: only a slight and weak breeze that rustles the leaves of the canopy overhead. wolf. female. lone. these are all he is able to gleam from her scent alone ...and from the volume of the snap of a branch underfoot she is near. vilkas lingers in his pause for a hairsbreadth of a moment longer, debating. he could act like he heard nothing and continue on his way making a point to avoid the other wolf in the general vicinity. or he could move to intercept her. after a moment longer the firebrand moves and alters his course so that their paths intercept one another. it does not take long for his seaweed gaze to find her, sweeping over her in a warrior's quick assessment. she is older than him and her pelage is a mixture of greys: smoke and ash and gunmetal. the whitemane's approach slows to a stop and with a lift of his head he studies her once more now that he is a bit closer, letting out a chuff to announce his presence lest he's yet to be noticed.