He began moving slowly homewards, his course veering, to take him on a different route than the one he had come; there was still a chance of finding prey, however slim. His eyes sill scanned the moss though, not intent on giving up easily, and his ears rotated slowly, listening for any sign of movement.
And he found it, the sounds of steps in the underbrush masked by the dense moss, but still audible in the distance. A satisfied smirk slid onto the dark man's face, his body turning to follow the sound. In the moist forest, without the smallest breeze to carry a scent, it was impossible to smell what this other entity might be, but that didn't discourage the boy; If it's at all eatable, Oak Tree Bend will need it! After a few steps, he heard a small bump, freezing him momentarily, ears twitching in direction of the sound. As he stood there, he heard a low rumble, like a far away thunder; A hungry stomach..? He kept still, listening intently, but heard only silence.
When the ebony wolf started walking again, it was at a quick pace, ears pointing forwards, tail raised high behind him. His face was twisted into a disgruntled grimace, previous hopes extinguished; whatever this creature might be, hunger, in this surroundings, meant a predator. Still he moved towards the latest noise though, curious enough t investigate, and, should it prove to be a rival like a bobcat or coyote, intent on chasing it out of The Lore; even this far from The Bend, the Avalon would take no chances, a hungry beast could be, not only a competition for prey, but a danger to the pups. To say that the dark scout was overprotective would not be a stretch.
He saw her even before her scent reached him through The Mosses, it's shape surprising him enough to pause his steps for a second; WOLF?! In his eagerness to support his pack, the soot-pelted lad hadn't even considered the possibility; ...A wanderer? Slowing to a walk as he continued forwards, bright orange eyes studied the woman brazenly, noting her skinniness under the rufous mottled fur; A loner... He emerged from the trees, tail still swaying high behind him, stopping a ways before the trunk upon which the dame had made her throne, looking up at her with a crooked smile; "I hoped you were a deer!" He called honestly, eyes still assessing her openly; "But at least you aren't a coyote..." He spat out the last word in disgust, but grinned at the lady, eyes twinkling mischievously. It had been a long time since his last encounter with a stranger, and while he'd have preferred a fat rabbit to bring home, he wasn't entirely displeased with the turn of events.
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