Shadewood is that what a dinosaur would do.

After discovering where the Rosings were calling home he had half a mind to return to his mountain, but there was one more location he needed to check on first. His path led from the forest where he'd found Effie and wound north, first alongside a twisting river and then, crossing it, he was keeping close to an impressive little mountainside as he worked his way through the ice and snow.

The floodlands weren't exactly dense with marsh water at this point - rather, every step was made heavier because he was dragging his heels through ice. Some patches were so frigid that they were solid and he'd have to precariously creep along, while others were so weak that he sank in to the muck without any effort at all. Night fell earlier and earlier as the season progressed, and so when Tulimaq finally made it in to the depths of some dark and twisting woodland, it was black as pitch all around him.

There was the satisfying, light sound of snowfall all around him. He only noticed the flurries when he ducked out from beneath a spreading bough and caught some flakes upon his nose; otherwise, the forest was soundless.

As Tulimaq investigated the forest for signs of wolves (or a pack as Bat had mentioned), he found a fresh scent hidden among the shadows where the snow had been flattened out, likely used for sleeping. He followed the trail as it presented itself, sometimes though it seemed to vanish and he was left to roam the forest without a clue; eventually he caught sight of something moving just beyond a break in the trees.

Rather than do the logical thing and call out or try to make himself known, Tulimaq fell back to old habits - and stalked after them at quite the distance.