Wapun Meadow A taste of winter is on the air

Sorin continues his search as the darkness of night deepens. While hunting this way may not be the best strategy it's all he can utilize at the moment. He has no intention of sleeping until he has found signs of his chosen prey. There is too much at stake to quit early, for winter is on the horizon, a rapidly approaching storm that will claim his life if the rugged man is not well prepared. 

After a few moments, Sorin finally catches scent of the birds. He follows the trail, unaware the he is being followed as well. However, as he scans the area around him, his attention is diverted by the scent of another wolf. Sorin curses himself for being inattentive enough to allow someone to follow him for so long without realizing. He looks back into the darkness as a chuff reaches his ears. He contemplates responding, but ultimately decides that if the other had any foul intentions, communication wouldn't have been the first action. So Sorin quietly chuffs back, acutely aware that the pheasants might hear them.