The sound of his own footsteps against spongy ground. Víðarr doesn't know what's brought him back here, only that it's the last place he was able to spend time with her. There was so much on his mind, and so much that he had to process. To think about. To wonder and to wait for. In a bit of a holding pattern, the shadow figured he may as well make the best of it. His head high, scenting the air for... for something. Let's be real-- Víðarr is pretty much always hungry. A man his size, it only seemed like he should be. Lunch. He was looking for lunch.

Slipping into the cool, breezy willows, he knows there's something worth eating here. Víðarr picks up the scent of the white tailed deer, taking a moment to trace it as it swirls and plays among the long, draping foliage. They're shy creatures, and it will be all he can do not to scare them off. Head hanging low as he stalks through the trees, gaze keen and bright. He'd need to pin down the deer's exact location before engaging in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

"Víðarr"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

The area around the valley was proving a fruitful hideaway for the time being while Jynn planned her next move. She was gaining some interest in her band but still had yet to get a team together. She was eager to get started, spending her waking hours puzzling over the map as well as hunting for supplies. She didn't have a pack yet but Tahmores had found several items they planned to use to trade for one. In the mean time she busied herself in other areas. One thing she needed was food.

Jynn typically went after rabbits and small game but today with her jaguars by her side she was on the trail of deer. About the same time she caught the scent of deer she caught a familiar canine scent. The dark-pelted man. Jynn slunk between the trees toward the man before calling out softly. "Need an extra set of paws? I could use a meal myself."