Great Bear Wilderness under construction from conception to death

As he drew near the scent was familiar - that familiarity was enough to keep him moving. Someone he knew, someone he didn't hate or at least not on his part. The females who had come and gone from Rusalka held no hatred on his part, none that he felt. Even if one did challenge for his rank, that was normal for Rusalkans, was it not? He had challenged many already without hatred brewing, so why should he see them any different.

In the blurr of a moment he couldn't tell where the female lay, all that lingered was a soft scent. She was somewhere, somewhere someone was around. Akin to a zombie hobbling to their next wall he may as well be crawling the steps were so slow. Fueled by adrenalin and only the will to live, the will to leave a trail so convoluted that the cannibal could not follow, it was his only reason to stand. 

Standing in one spot, just beyond where Ying hid he stood, sniffing at the air trying to find that familiar scent that he hoped dearly would assist him ease the pain he felt.

With the post sniping lets just assume he didn't hear Arc lmao