Shy Deer Steppes Win the heroes' trust so you can betray them later

Snout pressed to the cold ground, Negate was tracing this morning's pawsteps back to a spot he had found earlier that week. A hidden sleeping spot he'd scratched out beneath some berry brambles. He had been traveling alone for so long that every sound, every brush of dead grass, it all made him as flighty as a deer. His bright eyes peeked up at a small, stray walnut tree. It was unmistakable, he was going the right way. He'd only seen one of them since traveling to this area.

He looked down at his large paws, then ahead of him. He'd sensed small prey nearby, but was too groggy to go and hunt for it now. Dawn was his favorite time to find a meal. He returned to his slow, careful stride to his sleeping area, unafraid of spooking anything nearby. Snowflakes melted off of his nose, he was tired of this weather already.