The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

The man said nothing and began to march. Kigipigak fell in line to follow, and soon the two were stalking the woodland as if it was their own. Whenever the other wolf paused to check a scent Kigipigak would keep watch, or double-back to see if his nose could discern a path forward if the other might falter. Over time the pair hiked the forest and their paths wove to the same heavily scented point, both sharing a look of understanding when Solharr found the way forward.

Kigipigak gave a small chuff, acknowledging. He moved in a crescent among the ferns, first away from the point that Solharr had indicated, and then in that wide arc, towards it; the path tracked its way through saplings and there, Kigipigak noticed teeth marks where the buck must have grazed on the last green shoots. They were on the right path.