Opportunity

Mask endured another icy blast of wind that seemed to cut through even his woolly winter undercoat, but through the prickle of cold at his nose that wind carried another scent to him, prompting him to turn to face the approaching wolf despite the chill wind. He studied her quietly a moment. One of the pack's healers, yes? He knew little more than that, having not made a concerted effort to get to know any of his packmates before winter's cold set in and he'd had to concentrate all his energy on hunting. "Buongiorno signora," he greeted politely. "I track herds now, but maybe it may being that we can together be hunting." He was doubtful, but too much the consummate gentleman to allow that doubt to creep into his voice - she was, after all, a healer rather than a trained hunter, and might not be as much help on a hunt as he would need for decently sized prey. Instead he turned his dark face back to the trace he had been following. "It is perhaps to be the pronghorns we be finding," he offered, gesturing towards the scent of the mixed-sex winter herd that had passed there recently. "We could be to trapping an elder into deep snows."