Blacktail Deer Plateau 'bout the shit

His methods were not thought out, they only were.

He dragged himself along the side of a tree, leaving tufts of a growing coat in his place. The birds or rodents may steal it for nests, but the scent would remain. Especially when he pooled a small puddle of urine at the roots of a tree.

He chuffed, heavy and hearty, towards the Dreadfather.

Then loped ahead, sending a few birds flying off above the treeline.