Jade Fern Grove pray for you to give me something

He had done as he said, patrolling the bypass where they had made their camp. Glaukos trended west until he was trailing through the grove with a queer scent in his nose; like deer, but not like deer.

He caught sight of some stray horses soon enough. They grazed at the tree line with one set of eyes turned in his direction, making the fur of his nape raise. He considered them a long while before they began to move and mosey on, likely reluctant to stick around.

Did they see a wolf when they looked at him, or a bear? Did it matter? He watched them have their fill and stalk off through the trees, heading south, and did not follow.