Nocturne Summit submerged in limbo

The wind shifted, stirring and scattering scents in every which way. It did not deter him from his path along the winding course, nor did the way loose foliage crossed his muzzle with the almost biting gale. He drew in a breath as it died down, renewing focus to a cause he knew he would have no part in. It seemed fruitless to track a herd when one wolf alone couldn't do much to take them down. Elk in particular were nothing to mess with, more likely to stand their ground than the spry deer that also lurked the forests and foothills.

Still, old habits die hard and all.

Ahead of him through the thinning of trees, he caught sight of the tail end of the herd. Though distant and relatively small looking, the forest and the descent betrayed their size. Grouping together here would be difficult, but a spread out, weak single file line was more likely where the trail narrowed and the slopes rocky. He licked at his lips. Slopes like these weren't exactly the best for hunting large game on, that he knew, but perhaps he could steer them closer to level ground for someone's pickings.