Bearclaw Valley count it all joy

Oh, give me strength! was not a thing he expected to hear as he prowled through the valley, but then again Larus couldn't make sense of anything for long. His memory had gotten a little bit better; he kept himself focused on a steady diet of rabbits and fish, reciting everything he could remember whenever he could, and all of that seemed to help. But he still had a hard time with locations - such as this valley - and the various wolf scents he crossed - such as this woman's path. Her voice did not clue him into any great mysteries of the universe either. Still, the man was lonely and curious, so only one course of action remained.

He moved purposefully, as if the words had summoned him from the nether and he was imbibed with a mission. The snow gave way beneath his weight, crunching, going slick across a patch of exposed gravel which reeked of wolf; but he had caught sight of the stranger's figure and would not be deterred. He was wary, too - careful and always checking his surroundings. This was mostly out of habit now, a way to force his brain to focus.

As Larus moved he thought he heard something coming from another direction and stopped, adjusting his weight as he scoured the trees with his pale eyes; but there was nothing. When he looked back to where the other wolf had been, he couldn't see her anywhere - and huffed, frustrated with himself for failing this one thing.