Dawnlark Plains pretend you know this song

Ah, so McBride was even less talkative when they were on the hunt. That was fine by the spotted man - he was learning that he rather liked silence sometimes, even if it was foreign to him.

Alexandre padded forward after Tahoe and glanced to the track he had found, nodding his head after. It was pretty obvious which way the deer were going, and so the St. Clair stuck his nose to the ground and went to work.

The scents were faint, at first, but relatively easy to follow with how plain the tracks were in the frost. Their prey couldn't be far off now, he figured, tipping his nose up and catching the scent of a herd being wafted directly toward them. Excellent - the wind was on their side.

"Do you see them?" he breathed to the older man, arching a brow.