Porcupine Ridge leshen

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at @Ketzia's question, the smoke-ridden hound only hummed bemusedly in response before turning to lead her through flurry and mound, on a hunt virtually for her satisfaction. she had asked to know him, and considering he was superb provider, it seemed most logical to him that she would be most interested to know this. the fact that she wanted to participate in the process wasn't doing him any harm, and if anything he was more impressed by her willingness to share in the task rather than sit back and be served.

she became more promising by the minute, and stigmata was eager to impress upon her his willingness to serve, even as an esteemed leader.

he moved quickly and in relative silence, not once bothering to query after something personal of the she-wolf, or even her name. he was still in the process of earning such things, and often didn't see the use in knowing someone's name before feeling fully engaged with them himself. he was interested, of course, but first there was business afoot.

the hunter scoured across the ridge relentlessly until he caught a line of deer tracks in the snow - a lone pair, with oddly staggered prints. the telling trail of an animal already meandering on death's door. he paused to look at this night's companion, and searched her for any interest in this pursuit.