Ouroboros Spine Springtime Air

With quiet stealth, he took the lead and began to prowl through the shadows, weaving through the scattered spots of sunlight which trickled down through the overhead cover. Stepping into the light, for him, would have been a risk as his pale coat would have gleamed like a beacon in the darkness, a flash of light in the shadow. He didn't keep an eye on Keyni, trusting that she would do the same; if she didn't, it might cost them their advantage.

Once he had wound the way around to the rear of the herd, the next task was to approach. The wind blew their scent toward the lake- which thankfully swept their scents to the side as well. Any gust might betray them, but for the time being the wind seemed to favour neither, and drifted lazily through the forest as the pair of wolves crept closer and closer to their prey.