Blacktail Deer Plateau done more in days than done in months

A print in the snow, pressed so deep with such weight behind it that it became muddied, reaching the earth below. For a long while, he stared at it, worried that by blinking or looking away it would disappear just as it seemed to do time and time again. Only today the wind did not blow, a dusting of powder yet to be swept over it—and today it was joined by several just like it, creating a line that he eventually found himself following.

Following until it vanished, that is—gone into thin air, a sudden end to grooves in the snow.

Frustrated and eager to find the trail once more, Aningan continued forward, following the direction he was sure the prints had to continue in. What he found, however, was another wolf—Ying, to be more precise, who he nearly stumbled into, too distracted by the task at hand to have noticed her. Thankfully, he caught on at the last second, giving himself just enough time to stop before colliding with her. “Sorry!” was the first word to leave his mouth, followed by several steps backward. “I almost didn’t see you.” He shot her a sheepish smile, embarrassment momentarily smothering his former task.