Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

Through the morning fog, a certain scruffy wolf found himself on a similar course, though he was so-far unaware of him gaining proximity to the stranger. His dark brown face lay leveled below his shoulders, verdant eyes concentrated mostly on the ground as he trotted- looking for visible tracks in the damp earth. He'd made a point to start keeping tabs on local herds, not only for his sake as a lone wolf but also out of general interest. To him, it was indispensable information regardless of the current need. 

So far his findings were positive. This land between the mounts wasn't void of plentiful prey at least not at the moment, thank the Gods. And there were plenty of wolves here as far as he could tell, another sign of abundance if he could surmise.

Speaking of other wolves, though.

The scent of another male mix mingled with the cervid scent he'd been pursuing. He froze where he was and lifted his gaze to survey. In the distance, he could see the silhouette of another not yet in focus. Could the other wolf see him? He wasn't sure, but he'd remain still and neutrally poised just in case.