The swamp deer had been amazing. It was quite possibly one of the finer things in life, I had decided. The moment that Aithne had dropped it at the temporary den I had taken I had curled my nose and looked at her in disgust. Not for long though because she was rather a fearsome creature wasn't she? I wasn't about to piss her off so I dug in. At first the mangy fur almost made me gag with the taste of dead and rot in it but once I got to the meat, well, I was quickly relieved then thrilled at the lovely taste. I had eaten more than my fill and slept a bit longer than was necessary before I had set out the next day. I had given the carcass a longing look and was told if I brought the male back that I could have another one, if that one was inedible by then, and I had grinned cockily at her. Of course I would bring him back, I had said.

I was, after all, a tracker extraordinaire!

Now two weeks later I was still hunting the damned male. Aithne probably thought I had abandoned her task but I had not! He was proving to be elusive and slippery and while I was fast growing frustrated, I also secretly enjoyed the distraction. It meant that I was working harder and that if I managed to find him, I was indeed an amazing tracker. I doubted any other here in Molodian had a nose as strong as I did. I had caught his scent briefly near the borders of Diveen on my first few days but it had faded as I followed it away and a few times I had lost it. It took countless hours of pacing back and forth across trails to catch whiffs.

It didn't help that all I had to go on was the scent left over on Maeve which had been incredibly faint. Still, I wouldn't complain. A good meal awaited me and once I did this all of Molodian would seek me out as their tracker. I had find myself in the woods now and growled as the scents thickened around me. Trees, undergrowth, and other animals. Except, wait, there! My eyes light up, nose widens, and then I race after it, my sleek figure swift between trees until I think I see.. is that a wolf ahead?