Location: Forest Outside of Bellhollow
It wasn't long before George picked up the trail of a deer and merrily set off after it, his nose filled with its scent, his ears perked for the crunch of hooves on earth and leaves. Unfortunately, the deer in the area were already aware of the wolves that roamed the forest this night and proved to be elusive. Here and there, George caught the huff and snort of a buck, followed by the sound of hooves dashing further into the woods, twigs cracking in the wake of a small herd fleeing these intelligent predators.
However, after about an hour of running and hunting, another scent caught George's attention. It was familiar and, yet, strange. Wolf... but not of his pack. Lifting his shaggy head and scanning the area, he spotted a silver fur in caught in a beam of moonlight. A large, female wolf trotted into view and stopped, ears perked towards him. She tilted her head in curiosity, watching him.