Golden Glade the escape

Phox had only just left the plateau. He had spotted a herd in a clearing in the forest to the southeast, and he intended to track them down and see how many there were, how strong they were, and whether or not they would be a good source of food for the pack to go after. His thoughts still lingered on the brief encounter he’d had with the wolves of the Shadewood, but he tried not to let his mind stay there for too long. There was other work to be done, and it was not his place to make decisions on what would be done about them, assuming anything was to be done at all.

Dark legs carried his silver body with ease, but when the smell of another trickled into his nostrils, his curiosity got the better of him, and he followed it. The snow was thick upon the ground, but he was no green tracker. Most of his life had been spent perfecting the signs of disturbed ground, no matter what it was made of, and he made quick work of the stranger’s location. Still, his eyes were only so good, and he stopped approximately twenty feet from where she lay, scanning the area silently for whomever slept here.