EVENT: Mysterious Tracks

He let his own body language show his acceptance of her challenge - to find the beast who had left such curious clues.

Phenex paced the few steps away from her to insect the fur she had pointed out. It blended in so well with the snow that his color-blind eyes almost missed it. It was a subtle difference in texture of the snow - granulated ice crystals to long fibers - that gave away the hairs the best.

He had no observations to include after the other two of their party spoke up, agreeing with their thoughts but had nothing else to add about the fur itself.

Like the rest he inspected the tracks next. They were huge - larger than his own sizable pawprints a few times over.

”A pinniped would leave a stomach track, dragging them along like they do on land,” he dispelled the idea of a seal easily, his lone male voice low and rumbly. He doubted such a creature would leave the beach this far - they relied on the water as the wolves (and lynx) relied on the land. This beast, whatever it was, also smelled of beach.

A polar bear was not an animal he had met in flesh, though stories of white bears the size of four black bears had been whispered in undertones enough times that he knew of them. They said that they had massive heads with teeth the size of paws but tiny dead-looking eyes.

”A seal would have little reason to travel this far inland,” he commented, brow furrowing, ”And seals are what polar bears eat, correct? If the seals are not here why would a polar bear come? I do not swim out into the ocean to catch deer.”

They moved onto the shape of pawprints and Phenex only half listened. He needed a lesson on the physiology of tracks as much as he needed a new set of teeth. Instead Phenex kept his ears and eyes moving, constantly watching their surroundings and smelling the air. These tracks weren’t old and four hunters of two different species was certainly going to gather some attention. Especially if they kept chatting instead of tracking the monster.