Whitefish River So We Meet Again

| Limit 2 to keep this thread moving to completion! Hiero needs someone to sniff out this trail to identify the Lynx he has found a trail of!
| Mostly Cloudy
| 11:30PM

Winter was coming, he could see it in his breath. The white puff of air that escaped his maw was normally an indication at this time of the year that frost was to be expected every morning - and that huddling up in a den was wise to keep himself warm at night, if not to keep moving during the night and sleep during the hotter days. Once snow appeared it would be safer, it was good insulation, he learned from experience. For now, to keep moving was important to numb-man. 

During his nightly patrols, something caught his eye. A tuft of grey fur, too soft looking to look like any wolf he knew of... too tall for a rabbit's shed, and an odd time of the year for them to be shedding too. Squinting... he was afraid of the only possibility he could think of. Swallowing a few times, he took a look around for any familiar face to come by and take a sniff of it for him. If no one appeared soon... he would continue to follow the trail of this thing, tracks in the ground, fur on the shrubs, hoping it would lead him to it leaving the pack rather than lingering around.

The last time he came face to face with one of these, well, it wasn't pleasant; but that didn't mean he wouldn't chase it out now regardless of past experiences.