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Kenai's curiosity was once again dismissed. A younger him would have been butthurt, but loneliness and maturity had taught him not to dwell on the small things and to focus on what was in front of him - like the caribou.

Only the subtle droop of his ears betrayed his discomfort as Sun Eater ploughed on with the proudness of a leader that the pale explorer thought he had seen many times before. This time felt no different to any other, and Kenai found himself shaking his head routinely in response to the dark man's invitation. "It's not really my thing - settling down with a pack. Even if you're more of the roving type-" His words had barely left his lips before he realised Sun Eater was already gone to the wind. Guess there was no backing out now. 

He trailed the man swiftly, wincing at every branch scrape against soft skin. While he excelled at tracking, Kenai was very much a novice when it came to large prey. "So uh - how'd you normally do this?" he hissed to Sun Eater, though his focus remained on the beast's injured back leg. She was slow and the trees would make her slower; the explorer with his lithe frame could easily weave ahead and block her path.