xxxxMoonlit Snowfall was far from home, to say the least. He'd been moving with the sun and found himself traveling deeper and deeper into the forest where the scent of strange wolves started tickling his nose. He weighed the chances of being caught with the chance of a juicy stag deeper in the trees and decided a little risk was worth some reward. He was slower now, each step placed gingerly to mitigate the noise made by the leaves and grass giving way under his weight.
xxxxA few ravens cawed in the foliage above him stealing away his focus every so often. He'd heard stories of a pack led by a mad seer in the trees and idly mused what would happen if he was caught by her. A snort escaped his nose as he shook away the thoughts of imagined tortures and kept on his way keeping his senses alert to movement around him.
xxxxHe'd come out of this hunt with something big, he could just feel it.
Pandorus Sphinx
