Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

Silent sunset stalked swift silver shadow.

The sun-pelted man raised his muzzle to the air and parted his jaws, breathing long and deep. Deer were abundant, and if the other wanted to Hunt, Deer was it. Their odor stained the ground below their paws, dancing above him as a cold breeze blew through golden fur, whipping through the grass and swirling with a few late-falling leaves from who knew what tree.

hreer. a quiet gruff, but that was far too much talking for a wolf hunting prey. Deer.

It was one thing to find the scent of deer, it was another to locate the herd. And with it... food. He carried himself with a slight spring in his step, a quiet paw.

Step. Thump. 
Rustle, sniff. 

An ear flick. 

He'd find it. Silver Shadow told him to.