Sleepy Fox Hollow mental cabaret

tags for reference, also vague bc timelines don't exist ok

descending along a frozen stream-bed that took him down into the winter-wracked bowels of sleepy fox, stigmata prowled after the trail of an old set of deer tracks, hoping to locate the herd passing through. he had recently left @Mahler's company, though did not intend to do so for long, as weeks had gone by and he found himself less and less inclined to part from the pewter adonis each time.

he was reminded of why they needed to divide and disperse their efforts, however, when he spotted two wolves tentatively interacting along his path. redirecting himself into the breeze, the warhound lifted his nose so that he could discern the genders and general statuses of strangers ahead, and continued a slow, curious approach until he was near enough to catch their eyes. he stood back, observing the she-wolves with naked interest before attempting to decide whether or not it would be worth interacting with either of them at all.