Oh, Hunters of the Valley

Several wolves appear, Sephiran among them with the tigress bringing up the rear. With their Sultan looming over them, Aresenn talks about honing their tracking skills and Ezekiel quietly listens. Their gazes are directed down to the snow and the young man’s duel-toned eyes sweep the soft powder, searching for tracks.

Cloven hooves catch his attention and the call of an elk from nearby tell him that the prey is in the area. Moving to inspect them, nose moves down to the powder, pulling in the scent of a male, healthy and in his prime without a missed step in its tracks.

Looking to Aresenn, Zeke calls him over and says, “Male elk. Healthy, average weight, moving slowly without fear of nearby predators. Heading toward the north.” Paw lifts to point out the direction then arches a brow, ready for the fiery man to give him feedback.


"Ezekiel Saxe"