Ghost Lion Crag Upward over the mountain

The fragrance of wolf was powerful in those parts. Without any real knowledge, the warrior would have guessed that there were a variety of claims and more than a few wanderers. Their aroma had filled his snout with every step that carried him in pursuit of the princeling.

Foxfur paused, drawing his nose along the trail of one who had passed through that area. The fragrance was diminished to the point that the tracker could not tell if it belonged to the runaway boy or not.

Another scent arrived on the breath of the wind. Foxfur’s brown eyes searched the immediate area. The fur along his neck and shoulders rose with interest, though his tail remained stiff. The warrior did not seem to have patience for hidden entities.

Who goes there?