Silverlight Terrace it's my power outfit.

As the sun was setting, Jarilo cruised down the boundaries of the Spear and out beyond on loose trail of deer he had been scoping for a few days now. He had missed them exactly, but it seemed like they were coming around out here early in the evening, maybe sooner. This was the first time he was noting the same group in a particular set pattern here, at least as far as lately was concerned. Maybe something about the winter's end, and all the deeper colds recently, had them forcing out this way more for food; he still needed to stalk after them better to find out for sure to see if any of them were actually worth hunting down.

So, he picked up an easy trot and set off with his nose set to track. The prints were still old ones crusted in the snow from last night, so he wasn't able to get his hopes up just yet—but he could wait and see, especially since it wasn't quite night.

In doing so and further scoping out the area, he noticed someone heading his way and moving along at a pretty good clip a lot like him too. While not the deer he was actually hoping to see coming this way, this got his attention nicely enough. Since he knew he stood out against the snowy landscape, he simply kept jogging roughly towards her in return with his ears up and looking sharp.