Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

There was an itch between his shoulder blades, a familiar discomfort that he knew was not the source of some flea. No, something was probably watching him again - maybe even following him. Venamis flared his nostrils, breathing deep the scent of the forest's proud evergreens and fresh snowfall, and exhaled in a low growl.

A gut feeling, perhaps, but he trusted that more than the word if any wolf.

He shook out his thickened Winter pelage and pressed on, trying to shed his uncertainty by assuming a hunt for any prey that might've taken shelter among the woods.