Jackdaw weaves his way between the sentinel trees, amber eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory as he moves onwards. His long tail sweeps behind him, curled slightly to show the tension he still held despite the peaceful atmosphere. He pauses, inhaling deeply. He can smell predators, sharp and musky on the breeze. There is a pack, or perhaps packs, in this territory and he'd rather not run into them. It seems the scent of strange foes comes from every direction. Where the Hell had he lead them to now?
He shakes out his dark pelt with a snarl, the black fur heavy with the suns relentless heat. This place has his hackles up. He doesn't trust it.
He swivels his broad head back at the sound of clumsy paws clattering through the undergrowth. He winces in agitation, glaring as his sister comes into view. She wags her tail at him, tongue lolling from her mouth.
"Please, make some more damn noise. I don't think the entire fucking ecosystem knows we're here yet."
He snaps, amber gaze cutting back to the dense surroundings. He is now stiff with paranoia, surely someone must already know of their presence, and squints into the darkness of the forest. He doesn't like this place, doesn't like all these trees. Their homeland had been rocky, any trees were scattered about sparsely. He longed for that openness now as he searches the enclosed, cluttered area before him for any hidden threats.
He also longs for the guarantee of steady prey a pack would bring him. It was getting to the point that feeling hungry was becoming a normal part of his routine. Sure, they could go a while longer without food, their ribs had still yet to press against their flesh, but he'd been sacrificing most of his share to Falcon. And he supposed he was a rather spoilt bastard, having grown up in a large pack that always had plentiful food. He was just a pathetic puppy, wailing for its' mothers breast, at this point.
He shakes his head with a snap of his teeth, setting his nose to the ground now. He snuffles around quietly, searching for some sort of prey-scent they could exploit. What a Tor damned hassle this shit was. He wasn't a tracker, his nose had been the brunt of too many attacks to be of any use to him in the finding food department. It was bullshit, that's what it was.
"We need to find food or some shit. Today preferably. Then we can get the fuck out of here, this place puts my teeth on edge."
He grumbles to his sister, peering into the shadows with caution once more.