Rising Sun Valley time is valuable

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Adair sat in the spot where the hessian known as Shadow left him, in an almost unnatural hurry. He had a sense of determination in his silvery gaze.
Had he not previously stated that curiousity killed the cat?
Hopefully I dont die...after all...im NOT a cat, not that I know of. Adair barked a shallow laugh at his comparison. Suddenly he though of his bobcat friend he had made a few days ago, and pondered her living. He would have to visit her again.

Until then, he would see what Shadow was up to.
From memory, the hessian started down the trail he last saw the light smoked pelted wolf go, until scent needed to be followed for the rest of the trail. Opening his nares, he lowered his massive crown, Adair found his trail to head in a left sort or manner. Al the while, Adair tried to imagine out of all places, where could this male have gone with such purpose. Was their a lover who awaited him? Adair smelled no femmora on him.
Was there a family member?
Adair had no clue.. Plausible circumstance.

Typically, he would have just let the male to his own devices...but something about him caught the eye of Adair that hasn't been felt in such a long time.
It was that of reminiscent times. A de já vú, in a sense. Looking at the brute reminded Adair of one of the wolves that flipped him around for the better. His own self.

Adair followed the scent, and it began to become apparent that Shadow took longer strides. The paw prints were deeper, not as shallow as his calmer steps. They were also spaced out more, indicating that his previous company had gone from a steady lope to a full fledged run. This caused Adair to wonder what made the shadow wolf run. He was not being chased, for no other scents were in the area. There was also no falter or hesitation in these prints. He had a specific motive in mind. That posed to possibilities: Either he ran because he was close to his destination, or he ran because he wished to quicked the pace TO his destination.
His hunter years had been well chosen.
Adair began his own run, not to close as to lose Shadow's tracks, but long enough to double Shadow's length in strides.

He noticed how scarce the trees lining were beginning to be. Now only a few lined his path, wjere there were once many. This allowed a cleared view of Shadows paw prints, but soon that was lost to Adair through the rising height of the grass. Now if Adair slowed and looked for broken grass, that would give the outline of the prints, but the luscious grass seemed to spring right back up, even after Adair's massive steps.

Two days had passed, and Adair negan to feel his pangs of hunger kick in. That was enough to remind him to make a cache nearby. Adair stopped to look around, amd after making a mark in the dirt with his black clad paws to mark the scent trail of Shadow's last spot, he noticed how untouched the place around him was. It was so...open...and calm. Relaxing. A fat hare made its way to him, and within the second it took the hare to register him as a threat, it was dead, lying twitching in his muscular jaws.
So after his meal of large rabbit species, and almost endless amounts of some sort of fowl he could catch as easy as the rabbits, Adair got back on the trail to find Shadow.

He noticed the scent was stronger near the little trickle of water he found at the base of a hill. Did he slow down? Had he found his destination? So far away from the others?...
Adair fould understand his desire for solitude. This was a version of paradise, however...and Adair had smelled no other wolf out here. So what was Shadow doing so far out?

It seems as if he is walking besides the water...maybe admiring? , questioned the king sized hazel touched spruce brown hessian. Then after noticing a few scattered fish scales across the pebbled edge of the widened stream, he looked up to the sound of faint paw placements. Adair had found Shadow. With a light smile, he saw the dot of a built yet lean silvery dot in the distance.
Adair went from a light walk to a steady lope, catching up with his previously met counter wolf.

"Hello, Shadow." Adair sent a smooth deep bark to the wolf who was a few meters ahead of him, to give him the heads up he deserved.