Firefly Glen Chariot with Sun in Tow

The Prince couldn't hear a response from brown counterpart though his elongated ears searched for one, regardless. Sun hued jewels kept on the leanly gaunt frame of the wolf before him, head canting in an observant manner as he deciphered what was spoken through body language. It was agreeance, yes, and as strange as the comeback was, Anubis accepted it without bias. There were several considerations that could have influenced the wolf to not vocally respond to him. Perhaps he knew not the Wolf-Speak, and was a foreigner such as himself. Though he had picked up the language, some were not as fortunate. Mayhap the lupine was a mute, damage to vocals causing him eternal silence. The Sekket did not judge, as long as the wolf was capable of assisting him and being a proper Prey Slayer, all was well between he and the beige touched man.

Anubis began the path to success, heading in a direction that he felt would have a higher opertunity at good game, turning to look over a strapping shoulder to make sure the other had caught onto the idea: to follow, or atleast attempt to find a trail, as well. A few strands of rabbit holes skattered across the lands while the handsome male deciphered a bigger picture, and soon something caught his interest.

"Boar musk permeates this field."