Firefly Glen in shape no bigger than an agate stone

He had his task, and the beast would do whatever Damien asked of him; even if it had been to stay in the mountains with the pack he didn't trust one bit, he would have dutifully done so. Thankfully, he was tasked with searching out more eligible members for their clan so that when everyone was ready, they could take what was rightfully theirs. 

He moved through the hibernating forest turned brown by the bitter cold of winter. Snow covered most of the ground, and Midar moved through it with panther-like grace leaving a trail of prints behind him, caring little to conceal his presence anywhere. He spotted the stranger not far in front of him, her similarly-colored fur standing out against the snow and making him freeze in place. He had only seen that coat on his family, but he still couldn't be sure, so he just watched, calculating and and assessing, and waited for her to notice him or not--he didn't particularly care either way. If he was being honest, some part of him was hoping she wasn't family; that came with questions and expectations that he wasn't very find of facing, especially given his recent memory episode.