prodigal son

Marrow

Marrow made a beeline north through the trees after her unsatisfactory run-in with a bunch of hyenas. All the while she kept her senses keen, searching through scents as she tried to mark the location of both predator and prey. It was then she caught a familiar scent. Could it be? Wendigo? She'd met the man briefly outside these lands and had shared a hunt and meal with him. Eager for a familiar face and possibly a hunting partner she shifted course to find the source of the scent.

Moments later she saw him. "Weeennddiiiiiggooo!" She called out, bounding toward him. "It's Marrow! You wouldn't be hunting by chance? What brings you to these parts?"