Bramblepoint red-hawk for dinner

He'd delved deep into the valley, skirting the edges of packlands, for the moment. He needed time to gather materials, and he'd spent the past few days doing just that. Some of the rarer herbs he'd found were now laid out to dry on a large, flat rock.

Now, Aureli just needed something to wrap them in.

The healer ventured out, tailed loosely by his feline companion. He would not hunt too close to the borders of the nearby packs, but when he caught the scent of one pack wolf straying into no-man's land, he decided to take the opportunity to introduce himself. It did not feel so dangerous as presenting himself at the borders, at least.

He delved through the brambles, careless of what caught on his windblown pelt as he searched out the female and... a cub? That gave him pause, but since the milkscent was gone from them, Aureli decided that his presence might not seem overly threatening. He followed the scent further still, barking out a greeting before he'd quite reached the end of it or caught sight of the wolf he followed.

Still, he continued to thread through the trees, wanting to at least look at the stranger. He was worried by the lack of activity in the area, and he wanted to get a good look at those that were still around.