Duskfire Glacier Down for the count

He let Adlartok pass him by and waited for a beat before he fell into even step behind the silver patched youth. Malachi's nose filled with the boy's scent, but he picked around the strong smell and searched out the gentler path of their quarry. Like Adlartok he would keep his senses alert, until he felt his teeth sink into the soft and tender flesh of their pursuit.

They moved in a slow and swerving line toward the woods, the scent of the hares Adlartok had been tracking ever present before the duo. The hares ran even for much of the way, but Malachi slowed when he tracked a break in their path - a forking route, with one twisting left and the other, right - and the man flicked his gaze to Adlartok, allowing him to decide where to head from there.