Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

Which one? Where?  A few steps one way and then another.  Indecision.  But he should bring something back.  It was just what one?  Oh.  Mal knew.  He'd move over a bit.  Find another path that had something clear.  Simplify.  At leas that was a plan he could easily follow.

He'd been so caught up in his thoughts about what was right around the vicinity of his nose that he didn't even notice the other wolf.  At least not right off the bat.  It was only because he moved that he was going to notice her, wandering in his tunnel-vision state until her scent was too overpowering to ignore.  He hadn't quite stepped on her, but when his conscious mind finally said to snap out of it, he was a little dumbfounded as if he had.  He saw a shadow lurking.  Blink, Um.  Hi?  She wasn't anyone he recognized, but he didn't exactly know a ton of wolves either.