Caan's nose guided him through tall shadows and waning light. His stride an idle trot as he pursued the stranger through the wood. The setting sun brought with it vibrant, golden rays that set the autumn leaves ablaze. The shadows clawed across the forest floor, their shade holding a promise of winter's breath.

The stranger's scent reminds the boy of a forest. A different kind of forest than they one they stalked through, but a forest nonetheless. Distinct enough to not let the quaking aspens and peeling birch trees fool him. The trees shed their leaves to dance in the air, swaying branches allowing a cascade to flutter down to the forest floor. Caan moves carefully over the leaf litter and damp earth. The rustling of leaves or squelching of mud would give himself away.

There were more creatures in this wood than the man he was tracking. Cervid scent weaved through the trunks, and Caan could catch glimpses of wolf and deer tracks in the mud.

If this stranger was hunting for himself, perhaps he wouldn't bother with the Saastine's leftovers. But if he was a capable hunter, would the Sun Clan benefit from having another hunter in the fold? The boy resolved to observe the loner's hunt to see for himself.

He is fortunate that the man is a patient tracker. The deer he followed were keen and he moved as not to alert them. His slower pace allowed Caan to catch up. Positioning himself several yards away, Caan did not speak up as he took in the sight of the greyscale and brown wolf. Perhaps, something almost wolf? The man's muzzle seemed short from where Caan stood.

What would this stranger do next?