「 Skill Point ― scout 」
His son was still missing, but the pack was thriving. It seemed that spring was luring new blood to the north with the warming temperatures. Stiil, the tundra looked like the icy beast that it always was. The only difference being the pushing of buds that now scattered through the thinner layers of snow. Tyr dared not venture too far inland and abandon his post but he did continue to search the wilderness for stray scents. His son, he'd hoped, would be one of them.
His nose grazed the surface of the snow, the scent of a mouse beneath tingling in his nose. He was uninterested for now, but perhaps a fox might come across the unlucky being later. This world was often unforgiving after all. Perhaps this little mouse might need to dig a little deeper in the snow if he was wishes to remain uncaught. The male slowed to a stop, lifting his head and casting his gaze across the open tundra. Rolling hills of white, mountains in the distance and not a soul in sight for as far as the eye could see.
He could smell prey, sure, but so far no carnivores were within his bounds.
His nose grazed the surface of the snow, the scent of a mouse beneath tingling in his nose. He was uninterested for now, but perhaps a fox might come across the unlucky being later. This world was often unforgiving after all. Perhaps this little mouse might need to dig a little deeper in the snow if he was wishes to remain uncaught. The male slowed to a stop, lifting his head and casting his gaze across the open tundra. Rolling hills of white, mountains in the distance and not a soul in sight for as far as the eye could see.
He could smell prey, sure, but so far no carnivores were within his bounds.
