Blackfoot Forest I have no disguise you can't see through.

He did not see a clear route through the forest, and he did not know the area well enough to find a path in to the mountains, so that meant turning around was his best option. When he began to do that, a scent drew his attention.

It was a decidedly strong wolf-scent; it wasn't like the others he had traced among the ferns, as it was strong and fresh, so Mesa paused to survey the shadows with a glare.

He heard a bark, and turned to glare at the spot where it was loudest. That was when a petite wolf came creeping from the dark, meeting the scrutiny of the hunter. He didn't feel the need to say anything as his body said more than enough: tension coiled in his shoulders, ears forward-facing, wary but not afraid.