He couldn't tell how long he had been in this forest, but judging from the occasional hoot of the looming owl he figured that by now it was well into the late night hours. If he could, he would have asked the owl for directions a long time ago, but instead he kept one keen eye on the opportunist hunter and another on where he could finally stop to rest. High rise trees with their protruding branches were leading him on a path southward, at least he expected it to be South judging from the thick moss that covered the trunk even down to the root; he could tell that even prey avoided this place. It wasn't long before he slipped through a tightly lined ring of trees that he heard the sound of fleeting feet and followed the sound instinctively.
His breathing became deep with excitement as he tracked the smell of the unknown until it seemed to disappear into thin air, and looked around the darkness as best he could only to notice that the trees had grown more sparse but finally he could make out the outline of the illuminating moon. The owl; his strange companion, had followed him and looked, with wide eyes, as he lifted his forepaws on the trunk of a tree and sniffed at the healthy moss with hopes of catching any scent. He found one, it smelled of deer, and he lowered his mix-matched eyes to the ground to see if hooves were in a trail nearby leading to its hideout, and tracked the stale scent for a short while. It was by luck alone that he found the rotting deer corpse, but mostly bones remained and he took it as a sign that something had been here recently and hunted with success; no paw prints indicated what.
He picked a bone up into his mouth, a mediocre snack while he figured his way out of the forest, and settled down to his stomach at the base of a tree that the owl had landed, chewing at the ends of the bone greedily. He supposed he deserved a small break, it wasn't as if anything would be traveling these lands with him at this time of night.
(This post was last modified: Nov 13, 2017, 11:07 PM by Deadlock.)