Ever since she wandered into the spectral tunnel, Akira had a new goal in mind—not one of survival, nor of retaining peace for Trygve's sake. To find Lodgepole. That was what her mind dwelled on now—the knowledge that he was here. Somewhere.

She would find him.

Akira raced over the snow-laden fields, lips parted, tongue lolling out between rows of sharp teeth. Her sights were set on a hare as it weaved back and forth, attempting to rid itself of the voracious predator that was hot on its heels. Akira had no mercy—not when she knew this was for the sake of herself and Trygve.

Her jaws caught up the the small creature, clamping over its pelt. Her paws dug into its flank as she moved her teeth to instead pierce its throat.

A swift death. As merciful as a hunter like Akira could be in such circumstances.

The woman raised her head, now holding the rabbit firmly between her jaws. Her nostrils twitched, seeking out the familiar scent of her companion. She knew he was around somewhere, likely exploring on his own. There wouldn't be much Akira could do to stop him from doing so—after all, he was nearly her height and growing to be far more formidable. She could only watch and fret, hope that he would be mindful of his own health.

She stepped through a wall of foliage, towards the shore of a winding river. Trygve? she called softly, voice muffled by the fur of the rabbit, I got you some food. She could smell him nearby. She was not concerned.

Only... his smell appeared not to be the only one present.

The she-wolf's brows furrowed in sudden suspicion. Was someone else near? Were they a threat? With urgency sparking in her gait, she trotted forth towards the scent-trail that Trygve left behind.