Scenting the air with his large nose, the male smelled... well, nothing at all. It was as if nothing was present amidst those trees. Destin stopped uncertainly. Maybe he was just hearing things after all? Even so, he walked slowly forward once more, intent on clearing his mind of any doubts. He felt as if he was being watched by something, and that was never a pleasant feeling when you were trying to focus on hunting and relax. Soon enough he was beneath the canopy of pines and other trees. Feeling silly, because his golden eyes saw nothing out of the ordinary, the male was about to turn when something did come towards him from the trees... and it was nothing that he had been expecting.
A brilliantly white buck came striding towards him, stopping a few feet away. The McBain instinctively scented the air again, but the result was the same as before. It was as if this animal did not have any scent- like it did not actually exist. Yet there it stood, staring at him with large, brown eyes. Its white fur gleamed in the sun that managed to reach the forest floor, and its brilliant, powerful brown antlers stood tall and proud on top of a large head. Alone this buck could be rarefied in some sort of culture that was not wolven. But that was not what had the male wolf so puzzled. No, it was the fact that there was something was on top of its head. It was pointy, like the edge of a particularly sharp rock, yet multi-colored. And the stag had it on its head? Destin just stood there, dumb-founded, staring at this strange animal with a look of pure confusion on his face. No, this was not what he had been expecting at all.