Redhawk Caldera With fire in her eyes,

Hearing that Vallkyrie would range off and away for the day was nothing new to him really. What was proved to be abnormal was his itch to track after her hunt once she was gone, especially when his own appetite was scarce as it was, many of his own hunts passed off to Moonglow caches--but none of that motivated him today. He tried to ignore it at first, fight it off even; it all just made him restless and irritated to live with so he gave in and took off towards the south on the trail left behind.

He could reason that he had been stretching his legs more lately, feeling better physically if anything and instinctively seeking a return to his strength.. so this was good progress towards that, right? No matter what was at the end of it, for what the hunt was for today.. he trusted Vallkyrie's nose would lead her path true. But maybe it was just an inkling, or him projecting a little because their goals seemed to align lately.. ah, no, he was definitely right to be suspicious when he started to realize where things were looking to be headed. Later on, sometime after he cruised along still in pursuit, the howl that rose immediately made him pick up the pace a notch.

Antares had never traveled so close to the Redhawk's outskirts, but recognized enough. He was pin-pointed onto finding Vallkyrie first though, stalking on his long legs after her. Already, he was carefully schooling his expression swift towards a necessary impassivity--despite the crackle of nerves he felt more with every step. Focusing newly when he heard a voice, he was still too far to make out the finer details, and continued to close in with purpose. He stopped once he found Vallkyrie's side, arriving quietly and without announcing himself with more than the look he pinned on Fennec. He already knew about one side of this, so for her, he just hoped she wouldn't find his company too unwelcome in this... but he had to, and she had the lead he was following, it would seem.