Big Salmon Lake outlaw

maybe merc thread?

his steps slow as he pauses near a patch of undisturbed snow, his nose dipping to sniff at it curiously. he leans down, pawing at the snow until it scatters, revealing the hardened earth beneath. the faint scent of something long gone lingers.

huffing softly, he lifts his head again, his breath visible in the frosty air. his ears swivel lazily, catching the faint rustle of branches nearby.

he shifts his weight, his paw pressing briefly into the exposed patch of earth before stepping forward again, his gaze drifting back to the treeline.

come on out, stranger. won't bite. maybe.