*The knightly Wolf slowed his pace. The tracks had all but dissapeared at this point. The blood trail had also stopped. The cold must have slowed the bleeding. He couldn't decide if this was a good sign or a bad one. He sniffed the air. wafting through the air was a... a warm, damp, mossy smelling smell. It reminded him of the Hot Springs he visited when he had journeyed into the Ice lands of the North. Then it hit him, Hot Springs! There must be one nearby. They were often hidden and, he guessed, his quary must have taken shelter at one. He looked ahead at a rather small mountain of rocks and cliffs. It was logical that They were somewhere in their. He smiled at the thought of finally finding them, and having someone to talk to. He hadn't had a conversation in... He couldn't even recall, 5 weeks atleast. Shaking his head to shoo away the useless thoughts, he took off at a trot towards the cliffs.*