Moonspear a marked deck

Hydra had given him a myriad of tasks with which to prove himself, and it was the foremost need that drew him through the woodland of the mountain: the replenishing of caches which he had been given to eat.
After finding a cluster of well concealed pits to refill, he sought to map the area and find a suitable offering with which to fill them; with only the grim auburgine light of a fading dusk to guide him (and a heaviness leftover from his latest day of sleep) Ty was making poor progress.
There were few signs of terrestrial life here; no doubt frightened off by the resident wolves and various calamities. He thought on a few occasions that he could hear something moving in the dark, but each time he paused or cocked his head at attention, it would stop. Thus far the omega was oblivious to being stalked.