Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

It was about time to go home. Dragomir had spent the better part of two days in the Hinterlands, not counting the time it took to travel here, and there was a good chance Hydra would be worried about his disappearance. To say nothing of his sister. He probably should've stuck by her side, but there was a lot happening and he refused to regret taking time to clear his head. He would bring back news of his travels and the continued dismal state of the food chain, so hopefully they would all understand.

Dragomir followed natural scent trails and tracks alike into a forest squashed between the mountains, blind to the pristine beauty of this slice of the wilderness. The glade would've stunned him in the fall, but in winter, it looked just like any other old forest. He didn't waste much time on the scenery, choosing instead to focus on tracking. He spotted a tuft of black fur snagged on an upright twig and picked his way over to it, nostrils huffing in hopes of a fresh scent.

@Phox Tracking thread!