King Elk Forest And they all fall down

Just as Auriel had thought, someone caught her scent flowing through the wind. It just so happens to the the curly tailed beast she has been looking for. Though when he smells the fresh scent on the wind he doesn’t instantly recognize it. It is the freshest scent among faded and dead ones though. So he decides to point his nose in the direction he assumes it comes from and follow it. 

It leads him further into the territory but soon enough he’s seeing another form moving about in the white expanse of snow. Their pelt is tan, reddish, with hints of blonde, black, and white. Though upon further inspection he feels like he’s having Deja Vu. 

His hawkish eyes squint, brows furrowing in thought he continues onward. Clearing his throat annoyingly loud to alert her of his presence he comes even closer. Moving at a loose trot when he gets a fair foxhole of meters between one another is when it hits him. 

It’s like a light bulb goes off and explodes in his mind at the recognition he finds in this wolf. It’s Auriel from so, so long ago. He can’t help it, his tail wags, sweeping off the layer of snow that collected in his hips and lower back. 

“Auriel?” He questions with wide eyes and a bright toothy smile. “That can’t be you is it?” He asks more unsure of himself now.