Barrow Fields Something with blood.

He offered a nod to the wolf, then returned his muzzle to the tracks, this time seeking out their direction. 

The birds they belonged to didn’t appear to be traveling in one singular direction, but instead moved every which way. Probably looking for food. A few deeper scuff marks pointed to that, any way. Unearthing whatever poor dirt-dwelling creature just so happened to be lurking beneath the surface. 

So he gave up that plan and decided to rejoin his companion. Seemed like the right move, given the wolf had already sighted three of the large birds. They were none the wiser to the two hungry predators hungrily staring them down. Had he not been listening for it already, their ruckus would’ve caused Pepper’s coat to bristle. 

”Good work, Val,” he said, coming to a stop beside him. 

”How do ya wanna do this?”