Tormented Tarns you got time to reconcile with your fear

In another life, maybe with more attention spent on vanity and the beauty within the world rather than his current obsession with conquering it, Tulimaq may have found the stranger beautiful. Regardless of if that was a platonic sensation or not, the stranger that he'd spotted — who somehow still eluded him in fits and starts through the marsh — was attractive. This version of Tulimaq, here and now, was drawn to the beast's size and youth. He heard a returned call and was pleased to have garnered their attention but a part of him thought, in hindsight, he should have remained silent so he could investigate the beast and the terrain.

Either way, he could learn of this wolf. They did not seem pleased with the territory (or maybe it was the snow, but that seemed preposterous to Tulimaq; wolves thrived in snow and were adapted to it the best, and he would not entertain the thought of someone being anti-snow for long). As he sought a path through the snow, unhindered by the layers of it and equally unbothered by the sucking of the mud at his paws. Soon he was exposed, sliding along a wet incline of thin, slushy, icy stone cutting a thin line through the muck. When Tulimaq stopped he was glancing down at his paws, flexing his toes and testing the earth in case of instability. It was an abrupt entrance and one that left him feeling a little silly.