Emberwood retracing his steps over and over

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they don't immediately cross paths ...whomever is within a nearby radius of the tundrian. but wintersbane irrevocably hears them. he hears the small pitter-patter of frightened prey scurrying to get away and the sound of larger, heavier paws beating against the earth. he lets out a low hiss of breath, his head whipping around begrudgingly to the trail where the doe'd taken her fawn down hoping that the mother-child duo was far enough away that they couldn't hear the noise from nearby. he doesn't feel like tracking a spooked doe and her offspring ...or fighting the doe. the likelihood of him taking down a full grown doe by himself is a bit unrealistic and she could do plenty of damage to him even without protruding horns of her male counterpart.

he follows the sounds of the hunt, encouraged that he was quickly closing the distance when he hears the explicit aimed at whatever the other wolf — female, he realizes — grumbles at her prey. prey that, evidenced by those words alone, appeared to have slipped out of her grasp. wintersbane shrugs between two aspen trees, shoulders brushing against the rough bark and is greeted with the sight of the stranger's butt in the air and her muzzle shoved down the rabbit hole. for a few moments wintersbane struggles with whether he wants to laugh at her or not ...because it was, admittedly, an amusing sight. in the end he settles for a small sneer that doesn't linger long ( he had a veneer to keep up afterall ) and a snarky deadpanned reply of, "it won't lead to wonderland, if that's what you're wondering."