Blackfoot Forest heartvein

The sound of something moving elsewhere drew the flick of an ear, and Glaukos waited. Maybe this man was not alone? He did not want to remove his attention from a potential threat and so he watched, and he waited, and soon enough the sound dispersed — telling him that whoever, or whatever else had crossed in to the forest now fled it. Good; he was a large man and a trained soldier at one time, but even Glaukos understood the dangers of the many versus the one.

The pale man seemed briefly curious of the sound as well, which indicated he did not know who followed.

He wanted herbs? Glaukos breathed deeply, releasing some of his pent-up tension in the process, and gathered scents from the man. All he could detect was further masculine musk and — blood, maybe? There is plenty here, he offers, —the forest protects much from the snow.

His shoulders give a shake, diffusing some of the prickling of his nape. I can show you. And in that way, keep an eye on the stranger in case he meant to do harm. Better that than leaving him to his own devices; plus, Glaukos did not want to spare much while Javelina recovered.