Blackfoot Forest subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull

Karst's wandering ways were rubbing off on Astyanax. Unlike his brother, however, the dark cub didn't roam for curiosity's sake. His stomach seemed to mostly guide his paws. The bones and hunks of rotting meat at the altar their foster mother tended to had satisfied him for a time, but his hunting instincts were developing and with them came a need to seek out living prey.

So the boy left the relative safety of the valley early in the morning, loping casually towards a dark forest as he followed the trail of some unknown creature. Only, as soon as he was enveloped in the pitch darkness of the woodland, he was bombarded with a variety of scents, and he quickly lost track of the singular trail that had led him out here in the first place.

Unperturbed on the outside, though inwardly overwhelmed, Astyanax set to work sniffing about the gnarled roots of trees and along the forest floor, desperate to pick out the most dominant of scents so he could begin following it.