Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

Sounds reverberated with blaring loudness against the crystalline walls, the scuffle of paws against the dirt and rock ground masquearding as a full on fight. Movement caught his gaze, small and quick and the impulse to move and dart after it was only barely contained, instead distracted by the one that followed it so single mindedly. A slow blink closed the man's eyes, ears twitching gently in thought before he moved to follow the quicksilver shadow, padding gently through the cave as he remained careful of footing and distance alike.

It was not until the fork in the road had stopped the woman that he caught up with her, the scent of hare pervading the cloying smell of dampness. Farther into the cave, the beauty of the walls had paled, the gems becoming scattered along the walls but larger in size. A curious trade, but not as curious as the man that stopped near the woman, livered eyes blinking again as he regarded her. Breath drawn through his nose, Stjornuati discovered that he could not tell with way the wolf's meal had gone.

This one can go the way you do not and call if he finds it, The blonde wolf offered to the hunter. This one is not hungry. The stature of his build would make this apparent enough, his form willowy but not skeletal or strained.