Kildeer Rest trappings of starlight

the scent of blood was the first thing that met him.
not far ahead, flesh had been opened—fresh kill. faust paused in his stride, thick fur shifting with the motion of his breath. the wind carried it clearly now. not caribou, but something smaller. thinner. fawn.
a grunt rumbled from his throat—wordless and low—and his gaze slid toward @Tikigak
she would know the scent too.
his posture didn’t change. only his ears tipped forward as he advanced, steady, weight in every step. he did not bristle, nor did he call out. this was not his land, but the glacier’s reach had long grown into the valley below. he would see who dared to feed on it.
his eyes scanned the brush. then—there.
a shape stood over a half-eaten carcass. not scavenger, not wolf of the south. a northern woman. wild-eyed. bloody-muzzled. the kill was clean. efficient.
faust’s pace did not quicken. he only flicked an ear to tikigâk again, low and pointed.
stay sharp.
and he said nothing, yet—only watched as the mist curled around her form. his silence was not threat, but measure. what kind of wolf were they meeting now? predator? or ally? the mountain would decide.

let tiki post next <3