A cold chill crept up his spine as the snow continued to fall. It wasn't a blizzard by any means, just delicate little flakes touching down, and melting as they hit his coat. The darkness around him was met with silence, interrupted only by the constant flow of the falls nearby. The weather reminded him if the night he left his original pack, and memories began flying back at him. Now was not the time to be immersed in memories of the past. It had been two years since he had laid eyes on those lands, so why was it still so prevalent? With some difficulty he pushed them aside to focus on more important matters, such as hunting or foraging.
It didn't take him long before he came upon a fresh scent trail. Inhaling deeply, his Instincts took over, and he flew in the creatures direction, paws carrying his large frame as fast as they could. The creature had ran alongside the river headed upstream, toward the top of the falls, and his only choice was to follow the trail. The closer he grew to the animal, the more familiar the smell, but he couldn't place it. It wasn't until he could see the brilliant orange coat that he knew what this creature was. It stood facing him, and all surprise was lost. With the fox aware of his presence Asterion knew he wasn't going to be eating it tonight. Foxes were intelligent as far as creatures went. Not only that, but they were slick, and good at escaping. A chase wouldn't be worth the time or energy.
Turning away from the bushy tailed creature, he began making his way back down stream. His stomach was empty, but he didn't mind. Over the years he had gotten used to the rumbling feeling, and the loss of potential prey. Another scent trail would come along. Hopefully one that would prove to be an easier meal, and he would catch that one. Sighing, he laid himself down next to a pile of rocks, hoping a nocturnal creature looking for it's own dinner might come along and become his.