Neverwinter Forest if only the word madness would come and root back and grip on my breath

Kept prey vague; idk if you have a preference!

And so he followed @Grezig's scent until he caught up, bumping his shoulder into her side as he sought something that could fill them both.  Two wolves, even wolves as strong as themselves, would not be able to take down anything large — the deer that permeated through the forest would have to wait until they had more members.  Rodents were too small.  Perhaps a turkey or two would do them fine; he remembered seeing a few last time he was here.  

As he singled out the scent of prey, he stopped dead in his tracks and pointed in their direction with his body, eyes moving towards where he was walking to indicate to her where they were (if she hadn't already caught on herself).

Grezig had caught the scent as well, but she wrinkled her nose at it. “Badger,” she breathed, barely speaking so as not to bring their presence to the creature’s attention. “We can take it, but be careful.” With that, she bent her head low and continued following the scent until she found a den dug into a low hill nearby. If it was in there, they’d have a hard time getting it out because it would just curl itself into the farthest wall of its den and be out of their reach. They’d end up having to dig for it. Unless they could provoke it, somehow.

The sanctity of the forest was something he had grown familiar with in the span of months he had spent in the wilderness. It held memories that had been stirred to life the moment he had crossed beneath the heavy boughs of the evergreens, a myriad of scents to rise and fall in the wake. His ranging deviated, the paths he had cut across valley and wilderness alone unbridled; he went where he pleased, not unlike a compass unable to find north. Why the evergreen forest called him in on that particular day was beyond him, at least anything he could have thought of quickly and offhand. The long and short of it was simply Dirge avoiding action. He stalled, biding his time until it all the sand had run out the hourglass and all signs pointed to facing the music.

A part of him hoped that maybe here he would find Nyx tucked away in the growth, but so far he had not been lucky. Like his ventures, denial came when it wanted to, and it hardly mattered where he was. Instead of a pleasant stroll down memory lane on a carpet of pine needles and frost he was left with the budding bloom of frustration, a sure sense that he should have not given in to the temptation to come swinging back so close to the weald and stoke a fire better left to die.

Distraction came with a voice, a single word to punctuate the crisp air: badger.

And he, like carrion birds on high, circled in for a better look. There were sure glimpses through the timber he could steal—two wolves, an ivory mountain man and his earthy lady—but he did not bother to ascertain much more than that. He squared up from a distance, aiming to take up the middle between the pair, and opted to make himself known from behind with a shuffle of steps and a slowing pace with words fresh off his tongue.

”Badgers are such hateful things,” he said, ”the grouse here taste much better.”

hope you don't mind, i wanted to crash a thread for a change

I don't mind at all!

He's quiet, focused upon the badger as he hears footfall.  He thinks he catches a glimpse of brown through the trees, but it's all brown anyway.  It isn't long before the stranger reveals himself; he takes a step or two away, uncomfortable with the man's nearing proximity, but he regards him with a cool and appreciative stare.  Are you willing to help?

Grezig had been distracted with following the scent of badger to pay attention to her surroundings better—especially since she wasn’t alone. Siege helped her keep her guard down a bit more. So the stranger male surprised her a bit. She lifted her head quickly at the words, taking him in silently. Siege asked the male if he was willing to help in the hunt, and Grezig decided that she did not need to ask him anything herself. Instead, she nodded to agree with Siege and gave the male a raised eyebrow in question. Three hunting wolves were better than two, after all.

Surprisingly, neither wolf seemed particularly upset with his presence there. A sideways shuffle to one side of him or another was hardly a bother, and it certainly didn't seem to deter them from their potential pursuit of the badger. A confidence booster then, he thought, for it was better to be met with questions and side-eyed glances than teeth out the gate. He smiled, a tight-lipped expression; very little consideration was needed as to whether or not he would help.

”For a cut of the spoils, most certainly,” he rejoined, letting his gaze travel the span between the pair. ”I'm sure the three of us could and should make easy work of a cantankerous badger.” Maybe if he felt generous enough, he'd tell them which bushes the grouse liked to hide in. But not the weasels—they ranked somewhere up there on the list with badgers as being less fair game.

He didn't wait to see if they would keep him around, and forged ahead.

”What was your plan then?”

One badger wouldn’t really be a big enough meal for three wolves. It wasn’t even big enough for two. But Grezig understood that helping a hunt for nothing was pointless. Of course she would allow the stranger to partake of the meat. “Yes, you can take some meat,” she said, but he was already moving forward. She raised an eyebrow at his back in annoyance, but let it go. She caught up to the male and pointed with her muzzle to the den. “It’s in there, and it probably knows we’re here. We need to dig for it, and at least one of us needs to stand back to watch for it in case it darts.” She looked between the two males. “Who’s doing what? I don’t care.”

Closing this.

Eventually they figured out what they were all going to do, and they ended up catching the angry beast and splitting the meat between the three of them. Then the stranger went his own way and Grezig and Siege remained in Neverwinter.