Leadership had disappeared in his life once more leaving the young man confused and questioning what he should do next. In fact most of Fiori members were scrambling from what he had seen, confused at why the sudden disappearance of the new alpha. Paired with the disappearance of Carletta, the women who was trying to help him out, he had once again reverted back to his antisocial and avoiding nature. He was also itching to see something new, his short time training with Jackson and led him to like hunting and he was interested to see what other animals he could find past the pack's borders. He had reverted back to his habit of sleeping during the day and coming out at night, feeling that he blended in more with his darker coat. Though with it being fall this also meant the nights were colder, but he was growing accustomed to it. This day he had slept all day in a sunny spot by his birth den keeping his body warm and toasty. When night had fallen the young male had woke and had slipped away from the borders of the pack. Quietly he moved within the shadows of the night drifting further and further away until he felt he was far enough to stop. Though what was there to do now that he was away from the fading borders? His bi colored eyes looked around watching at the light of the full moon lit up the world around him. Crickets were singing quietly in the background making his ears twitch. Nearby, behind him, an owl cried out sending a slight shiver down his spine before he quietly picked up his paws and moved forward. Nose to the ground he began to search for something to eat, his stomach beginning to protest the fact it was empty. "Talk" & 'Think"

The vixen glided among the trees, taking care not to step upon the fallen leaves. She stalked silently among the skeletons of autumn, brilliant blues scanning the area. Mammon had taken care to rinse her brother's scent from her pelt in her swim from their island to the mainland. She would not carry his scent with her this time, no she was on a hunt and it would be better to appear unattached.  There was the scent of a stranger on the wind and his form moved on the horizon. Her tongue slithered along glistening canines while she thought. He smelt of a pack... she could use that. She slunk around him, doing her best to keep downwind of him. Picking up the pace she would pass the boy, emerging from the trees up a head of him, probably just visible as a silhouette. She dropped onto her haunches and gave a deep, audible sigh.  She would hold herself with no hostility, in fact she gave no outward indication that she had even noticed him yet. Hopefully he'd be drawn in.  "Sweet Nothings"

His pace slowed slightly as he picked up a scent of a opossum, not his first choice in prey, but he was hungry so it would do. Though he was an alert individual, he did not pick up on the wolf that had him in her sights. He quietly fallowed the trail, which led forward in the same direction he had been going before. The animal had to have passed through just minutes before because the trail was fairly fresh which meant there was a good chance he would be able to catch up to the creature and take it down. Since these creatures liked to play dead it shouldn't be hard at all to kill one of them. He moved along the path, ears pinned forward to take in any sounds nearby. It was quiet for the most part, up until an audible sigh came from ahead making him freeze in his spot. Lifting his head up his bi colored gaze looked forward before spotting the dark figure ahead of him. His tail twitched as his mind thought over his options. He was still in the dark and it would be fairly easy for him to turn and slip away without an interaction at all. It was his first instinct, to avoid rather then confront another. Though his stomach twisted into a knot and gave a pathetic growl reminding him of how hungry he was. He rolled his eyes at the quiet sound his stomach made before he dropped his head back to the ground and picking his trail back up. The animal's trail would lead right by the figure ahead, but he needed to eat and decided to continue on the prey's trail. If the figure confronted him, then he would deal with that when it happened. Moving forward again she fallowed the creatures trail. "Talk" & 'Think"

The vixen waited patiently, though even she would find it frustrating to have to wait for her prey to approach, it seemed he was content to take his sweet time. Still if she was hearing things correctly he was approaching still. Mammon waited a few more seconds til he was easily close enough for an unobservant wolf to notice him. The girl jumped, a small: "Oh!" Escaping her lips. So she would pretend he had startled her.  She visibly dithered for a moment, seeming to struggle with herself about saying something. Finally she spoke up again, this time hoping to stop him in his tracks. "I'm sorry... I'm uh- I'm a bit lost." She flashed him a small embarrassed smile. "Is there any chance you might be able to help me?" It was a perfect performance, her voice filled with friendly and slightly cautious tones.  "Sweet Nothings"