Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Pleased to see her agree, Nox turned his attention to the surrounding forest and wet his nose to better detect any scents of prey. One inky ear flicked back to listen to her comment, tail stirring in thought. "Ye could stay, y'know," he replied in hushed tones. "We could set up shop here, find others to join our crew. No pressure, obviously." 

The idea had been nagging at his mind ever since he had set food in these woods. There was ample space for a pack to grow here in the shadows. An outpost of Dreadmurk; perhaps it would even supersede his mother's claim one day. He let the concept ruminate for now, glancing back to Mictec as she spoke again.

Can you smell it?

It was faint, but there. "Ay," Nox confirmed, "she's alone." Inhaling deeply, he was puzzled to detect no stench of sickness on the wind. "This way." He set off at a steady pace against the breeze, pausing momentarily to triangulate the scent. Whatever reason the doe had for separating from the herd, it provided them with an easy opportunity.