Apollinaris Galanis Molon Labe Luckily for him, the bog was mostly frozen. One good thing about this damned weather, he supposed. Tree roots and tall grasses and other vegetation still stuck up from the snow, but at least it was easier to navigate overall. Patches of wet snow and/or ice were scattered about, and he did his best to avoid those areas. He was thirsty, but nowhere near the amount of thirst required to drink from those patches of boggy water. Even in winter, he could tell these waters were stagnant and full of amphibian things. His nose turned up from the probably smell this area had in the middle of summer, and his pace increased. He could see a split in the land ahead, which hopefully meant clean, fresh water. Pink tongue stuck out to whet his lips, swallowing what precious saliva he had. Apollinaris eagerly moved down the bank to the river, toeing the line between ice and moving water. It was cold and oh-so wonderful on his tongue. He drank to his desires, pale gaze lifting to glance ahead. When satisfied, he lifted his head and continued to look ahead, nostrils twitched. He had stumbled upon claimed land, it seemed. Teeth grit as he stood still, an ache in his shoulder drawing away any potential thoughts of his clan. He rolled the joint with a sigh, internally damning the weather yet again. The bear had solidly gotten him on the shoulder and even though the flesh was mostly healed, his joint still ached in the cold. Another sigh before his eyes dropped to the water, bending to take another, quick drink.

She wiggled through the underbrush with haste, losing a tuff of hair on a particular narly set of branches. She hopped onto and over a boulder in an attempt to cut off the fleeing form, but it swirved to avoid the space before her entirely. Tossing out a few choice words she definitely shouldn't know, she lunched herself after it. She didn't realise where it was going until it was there, shooting through the shortest crossing between the Shrine and the Outside World. She almost didn't put her brakes on intime. Skidding to a muddy hult, she almost tumbled head first into the water anyway at the suddenness of her stop.

The boar showed no such restraint, tearing through the water with a flurry of splashes. The young wolf whined and chafted at her restrictions on the shoreline. She almost missed the other wolf, but sudden movement caught her eye. He must have been startled at the sudden crashing and splashing of her hunt, but he was looking right at her! "Mr, Mr! Don't let it escape!" She cried, too caught up in the hunt to even thibk for a moment about things like politics. Like who the prey would belong to after he caught it on rogue lands.