Deep into the night

Something had unsettled Ollie, he didn't know if it was something he ate, or the giggling from the next room of the treehouse. His paws itched for something to do instead of laying down his head to sleep. His mind was relatively relaxed, so why was he itching to run?

He found himself weaving through the massive trunks of the redwoods, not knowing what he was thinking even, his mind was just static and numb. Maybe he needed to hunt... Or fight? There were tigers in this wood wasn't there? The thick pelted kind too.

He was getting stronger every day, maybe his muscles needed extra effort to settle down. He nosed the air for a moment, then brought it down to the ground. He wasn't as skilled a tracker as the hunters of Armada, all he could smell was earth... a wolf passed through here? Maybe? He couldn't tell how long ago it was. He followed the scent a little way and noticed it was getting weaker, so he turned and tracked the scent to getting stronger, then suddenly he was overwhelmed by the scent of a tiger crossing the path of the other canine.

Alerted by the strong scent he jerked his head up to look around quickly to make sure he hadn't stumbled on it by accident. Ollie couldn't tell where it was lying in wait, but as he nosed the air he knew he was close enough to both wolf and cat. He rounded a tree and saw a lone wolf in the middle of a clearing—still no sign of the cat.

How was he to alert the other of his own presence without alerting the feline? Did the other know he was being stalked? With the way he was looking up at the trees... probably.
He waved his tail to get the charcoal and ember-marked male's attention. If he did, the cat may strike and they'll finally know its location.

As soon as the tiger came into view, Ollie would launch his attack toward it.

"Speech!"