Whitebark Stream put my hands in the fire, watched my welcome wear thin

Xizur had not been oblivious to the alluring scent wafting through the aspen's for the past week, but to say he was drawn to it was a bit of an overstatement. The most it had stirred in him was curiosity, and even that had gone largely ignored. It was only as the scent fades does he seek out it's source.

The trail eventually leads him to the familiar figure of the stream's leader and he stops a ways off, ears upright and interested in her movements. For a moment he half considers taking a few steps closer but opts to remain back instead, content to watch as she goes about her tracking.