Blackfoot Forest crossroads

He could choose to hike through the night and be nearer the bypass by morning, or stay in these woods. If he stayed he'd have a higher chance of hunting some of those foxes — maybe even bring home some meat for Druid. If he left now — ah, but it had started to snow.

The forest caught the flurry in its boughs while some dappled at him at an angle, through a gap in the trees. The man snorts and lurches on, unaware he is being watched. Glaukos seeks a view of the sky so he can ascertain the state of it; if there was ample cloud-cover he would know to stay here for the night.

His broad body leaves a trail, depressing the older snow around his steps as he moves, and if he had been paying attention to the forest rather than seeking a view of the sky, maybe he would have become aware of his audience.