Blacktail Deer Plateau unhilt the black grimoire of death

The smell of rotted plant matter didn't fit within the antiseptic-white and frigidity of winter. Better suited to autumn when last he caught it in his nose, mingled with tree sap and the dying embers of the world. He trailed after the scent on the off-chance it might lead him to food, unaware that the people of the plateau kept herbs and things for their own use; Tuvak had been oblivious to all such things upon the mountain, consumed by his innate aggression which was directed in to training (and then later mourning) - he had no use for plants nor any understanding of them.

His path soon dipped in to a gulley and he followed the bend until he saw a gossamer figure, small but svelte, peering at the earth while the vaguely lit sky eddied overhead. The woman appeared to be focused on their work, so Tuvak used this as a means to practice his stealth and attempted to slip closer without being detected.