Panther Park always barking at the mailman

Weather: 15°F, Snow (1-4 in.) starting overnight, continuing until evening.

Visibility was low, but Dune was not relying on his eyes right now anyway. The thick scent of feline was ever-present in this forest, and Dune knew he would not be lingering her for long. He moved forward with purpose, hoping to find his next destination as quickly as possible. It seemed as though every turn he made led him across yet another trace of a cat, and he shuddered to think of what would happen if he had to face one. Hopefully, he would not remain long enough to find out.

His legs carried him swiftly in the same general southeast direction. His descent of the mountain had been relatively easy, and he was glad that nothing too terrible had happened while he was upon it. The slopes were gentle, but he knew that being that high above the ground was dangerous no matter how "gentle" the slopes appeared to be. They would always toss a careless wolf to its death if given the chance.