Northstar Vale A Quiet Place

His own nostrils flared as he picked up the finely placed scent of a wolf. It was not heavy like they had been pissing all over the land. It was soft and peppered about as though they had meandered through the valley. He followed with every intent to make something of this encounter.

By the time he was lucky enough to find what he had so briskly hunted down, they looked dead. Sprawled out upon the earth as if someone had crippled them and left them to wither. Tsk. The sound escaped him in a heavy breath as he crept in a large circle around their lounging form.

No sickness nor blood had been detected in their scent that he had followed like a hungry dog. Perhaps they were merely tired and instead of finding a poorly done job on taking someone's life, he had found an easy task.