Kaze turned into the wind, breathing deep, carefully analyzing the scents it carried any trace of Garr. He was traveling alone, moving fast, with no real idea of where he was going or why. Finding nothing interesting, he looked around, carefully scanning the undergrowth. Few came to this remote outlying region of the Maw. Despite what anyone may believe about their species, the jungle, and in essence, the land, was neutral. Satisfied that he was alone, the black wolf turned and continued on his way. The day had been warm, and he would have to find water before dehydration set in.
Tracks here were few and far between. Most of the larger wildlife had evolved to fly, the better to travel between the floating islands in their search for food. Too lazy to seek the river, Kaze took his knife to the first water vine he came across, greedily drinking the clear liquid that poured forth. Then he looked for a place to hole up for the night, avoiding anything that might draw attention. The wind that carried no trace of Garr brought with it a hint of rain.
Idly, he thought of his instructor. The guy was probably roaming somewhere along the Blood Plains, picking off any stray Garr he could ambush but otherwise not actively seeking the kill. He had been assigned to Instructor Heilong as soon as he was considered to have come of age. He was taught to hunt, to ambush, to escape and evade, to travel and leave no trail, to tell if others (particularly Garr) had been in the area, their strength, the direction they came from and where they were heading and how recent the visit had been. Pups deemed to have passed basic training served as runners for 6 moons, as a final test before being presented to pack council and cut loose. Escape, evasion and concealment is far easier for one than for many, and for this reason, most of his pack ran solo, at worst in groups of no more than 3.
Finally settling on a slight overhang under a clay bank, Kaze smeared himself with mud to help hide his form and fell into a light sleep.