pathfinder

It was another lovely day, and Áki Jarvela found himself trying his paw at mountain-climbing again. His last journey here had been a rewarding one, and he found himself quickly longing to return to the sweeping views of the landscape. With more ease than before, he climbed the terrain at a steady pace. By the time he reached a decent stopping point, his chest heaved with slight exhaustion. Glad to find a place to rest for a moment, he tipped his tusked head to the air and sniffed at the wind.

Hunger struck him suddenly, a growling deep in his belly that he hadn't noticed thus far on his journey. Perhaps it was the vigor of the climb that had silenced the gnawing feeling, but lunch suddenly sounded quite appealing. He tested the air for awhile as a breeze blew past, rustling his thick coat and sending a shiver down his spine. He taught the scent of something and he'd move to trail after the faint scent of prey, moving carefully through the mountain pass. This was not the ideal hunting ground, but it was doable - and he was sure he could find something to satiate his grumbling stomach.