Cedar Sweep On your own time.

He had ranged from @Solpallur and @Meadow's sides today, feeling the urge to learn more about the lands they traversed and the bounty they had to offer. While his brother was more adept at tracking than he, it was still a blade he wished to lay against the whetstone; the more he ran it across, the sharper it would get, and while his prowess might never match Solpallur's two wolves that could track were infinitely better than one. Idly, he wondered if Engi knew this skill as well.

This wondering was gently ebbed away as his following of the herd led him to a scent more interesting than that of the cervid that had drawn him away initially. Ahead of him, he caught a sight of something that did not immediately make sense in his mind. With the color of a cervid but the shape of his kin, the Stareater wondered wildly for a moment if this was the hringja that led him, taking another form than the raven that oft guided his movements.

Slinking forward, Stjornuati trailed in the wake of this creature, silent and intent upon his quarry.