Bearclaw Valley Ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,

Unknown to Revui, Fraser was now beginning to follow these same trails. The fowl in particular sent his mouth watering, saliva spilling over his gums as he prowled along. Soon enough, however, the scent was joined by another, clearly canine scent. The gargantuan wolf came into view, and the deerhound's hackles rose slightly, immediately on the defensive.

The smell of Merrick and his tribe cloaked the man, if only faintly. He let himself relax by a fraction, but kept his distance, slowing to a halt and waiting for the wolf to make the next move. They both must be hunting, surely? And if they both were of the valley, then it was better for them to work together. A successful feast was good for them and good for Ursus.