Haunted Wood Run Me Like a Racehorse

Having taken it upon himself to rove a bit further in search of the missing Neverwinter child, Bronco continued to follow his instincts, which led him to believe that if Asmoses was anywhere, he'd likely be in a Forest. He roamed beyond the Caldera, though he stopped by to catch a glimpse of the place that the redhawks had once called him just to see if it said anything to him...And it seemed that other wolves might have begun to claim the area, so he ended up abandoning that little soul search. Onward he went, drawn by the dark treeline near the horizon, and began to search through the wooded land- though here, too, felt as though he'd wandered into a nest of wolves, with the scents that led throughout the forest. Were they claiming the area or simply taking shelter there?

He wasn't sure, so he remained alert, watching for any sign that he might be approached and deemed unwelcome. As far as he knew, the Saints did not live in a forest but in a canyon- and felt he might be far enough from them to be safe. He could smell deer, though- and found himself salivating slightly. Deer would make for a wonderful meal- and so he began to track as well, until he found himself hot on the trail of another wolf. He was out of sight still, but no doubt he'd wandered this way only moments ago. In the darkness of the woods, it was tough to spot another wolf with the small dapples of sunlight that trickled through the leaves and tricked his eyes.