Sun Mote Copse in the house, in a heartbeat

When he wasn't trailing jagged mountains and scaling deadly summits, the brute instead found himself drawn to forests and fields, if only because prey was abundant in the more merciful scenery (especially now, in the height of summer). The soft grass underfoot and warm lighting of the glade did nothing for him, but Anuniaq was more interested in the various scents that wafted throughout it anyway. He sneezed several times as he pulled in air, nose irritated by the pollen that was present here, but scented a doe nearby.

With a swing of his giant head, the hunter's ears pressed forward as he slowly stalked forwards, pausing for a moment as he picked up on the distant sound of bark being torn from tree. With a snort, Anuniaq eagerly set off at a swift — as swift as he could be, anyway — lope towards the source of the noise.