Jade Fern Grove alright, my brothers, listen closely

His investigation into Widow's business hadn't been as thorough as he would've liked. He just kept remembering how her face had looked when she'd sent him away. It felt cruel in light of this to continue to haunt her, even if he was of a mind to help out, if he could. All signs were pointing to the idea that he couldn't, or at least the idea that it would be difficult to get Widow to let him. So he decided he'd leave her be.

For now.

Leaving the bypass behind, he found himself in a densely wooded area, where he followed Widow's scent for a mile or so before coming across another. Feeling very much like the proverbial cat that caught the canary while more accurately exemplifying the one that curiosity kills, he turned and followed that newer scent instead.

His prowling brought him close enough to catch sight of the wolf before the winds shifted in her favor. Losing the element of surprise slowed his pace, but he was still very plainly trying to nose into her business. With his head slung low and his steps carefully measured, he tried his best to look friendly. His narrow gaze, however, spoke volumes: Watcha got there and, Maybe I want it.