Blackfoot Forest patron saint of lightening bolts

He and his little band of Family had come from the reunion and decided to explore quite a bit before heading home. Deciding to try and catch a worthy meal before the long trek back to Shadewood, Cry had asked @Phex to scout ahead with her quickly accumulating skill of finding clues and trails and such, while he and @Gwen searched further through the forest they had wandered by. Hoping they crossed a carribou or an elk, something large enough to last them and fill them up, they all crossed their respective trails as they hunted. However, as Cry was awaiting the word from either of the girls, the Guardian had picked up the scent of a slain meal.

And on trail of such, he followed it, curious as to the intermingled scent of wolf and even more curious as to who it might be.

A moving shade through the forest, he crossed over fallen timbers and frosted litter until he happened upon the scene of a feasting fellow. Not moving to be too close, he gave a respectable distance to the lupine, glacials on the situation. There was no point to hide himself; he and his current band were hunting, anyways. Could this tiny meal be what would fill up this loner? Or would he like to allow himself to indulge a bit?

”Hello,” the ebonian called across the clearing. Small, and simple.