Two Rivers Isle How to train your Hunter

There was enough stir in the wind to send the Phantom adrift the tides of time and space, to seek his solid soul and grip the land afoot with much more enthusiam than he had for the past few weeks. There hadn't been any conscious effort on his own end to supply himself with food, let alone the pack he heralded. There needed to be a change to that, as the body mass he had fought to build upon required sustenance. He couldn't part his wife from the children just yet, and he wouldn't be bringing the secrets into this task, as he needed them to bide their time and readjust to less ominous living structure for the moment. But enough of politics, his stomach and mind agreed upon. His glacial blues scanned the wilderness ahead, his mind sharpened by hunger and less by logic. His reasoning was only honed by the pangs as opposed to his years of experience; and it was made clear that no mere rabbit would bear him fill, today. It was time he contributed to his Family again, even if they were traitorous snakes lying in wait to strike him low. 

Deep midnight snout roved over the high grasses with no hesitation as he made his way clear of the Keep's tirade of junglesque woodland, and out into the open the man bled from the abyss of thickets. Eventually he crossed over the borders, passing a whisk of urine over the faded markers until he was temprarily satisfied, and made his way in the determined brisk walk to the Isle. So much wanted to distract him, from the paths he had taken to bring Kukutux back home from here, to the many trailings he had with Kai across these same lonely paths. But the retired Assassin only kept his mind on the hunt, finally latching his inken form across the colder waters of the Isle's grasp until he wadded ashore. 

A new scent lost itself to him, rigidly scraping up his flared nares until he narrowed the daggers of icicles at the invisible trail. Another was here. And from the deeply rooted trench of scent, they were perusing about, searching, as the windings and knots wove in and out of a single space. Releasing his squint so a much more relaxed gaze, he searched about as he could, hoping to spot the hunter before he was found out, himself. Never one to do well with surprises, but old habits died despairingly hard. So with newfound purpose, the Watcher of the Keep took to locating this single thread of cologne to it's source as hidden as possible. 

Time passed only by a few minutes before his auds picked up the rustles. Parting through the lowly shrubs, he listened for any sounds of agitation or even multiple facets of wolves, but only a single quadruped was present. A fellow lupine, and with a deep inhale, he removed his imperceptibility, revealing his tar bulk from the brush of leaves and trunks. "Greetings." His baritones fell forth in a gesture that matched the light dip of his head and slow swish of a void banner. Nevermind the studying glint in his gaze, nor the lurking monster that had been kenneled for now. "Would you maybe be free for a hunt at this time? I'm quite peckish."