Firefly Glen Scattered Arif

WC: 276

Toad's gaze didn't rise to greet him- or if it did, it was only for a short moment before she returned her attention to the trace of scent she was stalking. She gave him a brief explanation, before she extended an invitation for him to join her with the hopes of potentially catching something to eat. He licked his chops and nodded, consenting to join her in her efforts to start tracking the herd's movements through the Glen, so they might pick up on some vital information about the herds of deer that called the area home.

Part of him suspected that all the new activity in the area from the wolves who'd come down from the mountain might have some effect on the herd's patterns, and might even send them to roam elsewhere if they truly felt that they were in danger. But fortunately for them, the Glen was large enough that both predator and prey could coexist, so long as they were mindful of their kills, and did not over-hunt.

So he roved alongside her, zig-zagging this way and that as he assessed the scents left behind by the deer, and found his stomach gurgling lightly. The last time he'd hunted with Toad Amelia, things hadn't panned out as he'd expected, but he still felt fairly certain that something else had been the cause of the stampede, and that it hadn't been anyone's fault they'd gotten trapped in the gully amongst the stampeding mule deer. Perhaps out here in the open they might find the smaller, white-tailed deer, though he suspected that they too would still have their antlers- and still be potentially dangerous.