The Heartwood I'm a cold soul, I roll solo

For a while, he continued his search in solitude, finding no evidence that someone had been here even recently. He was considering turning around and returning home, but the need to not do so empty handed had him pressing forward through the forest remains. 

When he caught the fresh scent of another, he froze, lifting his head and searching the darkness for a glint of eyes or flash of fur but saw nothing. So, the beast lowered his head again, drawing in the scent and moving forward, intent on finding its source; he was curious to see who else lurked in the darkness.