Blacktail Deer Plateau Mama said, burn your biographies

wishes for a @Rosalyn but aw!

There was a point during one of his curiosity-induced wanderings that he swore he saw a print in the snow; it did not belong to a wolf, nor any other predator, but appeared cloven-hoofed. It was faint, hardly there—a mere blink and it was gone, buried beneath a dusting of flurries, almost as if it never existed. He could only stand and stare at the now empty space, expression blank as his mind soared away—

—and was then grounded again by a low grumble from his stomach.

Shaking his head, Aningan stole one last, fleeting glance at the snow before turning and retracing his steps, steering himself towards the stream. There, he stared intently at the fish that floated leisurely beneath the icy surface, before using a paw to shatter a hole through to the water below. He then watched as the fish scattered, as still as a statue until they steadily began to float back over. Only then did he strike, jaws gaping wide and ears slicked back, seeking to clasp his maw around a scaled body—but alas, luck was not on his side as he came back up without a fish, just a face-full of freezing water.