A new scent? He had been staying up in the perilous heights of the mountains, making his home there since he had been accustomed to harsh conditions. Such things made him who he was. Today however, he was out in search of food, having descended the mountain to the fields and forests below having grown weary of mountain goat and the wild cats that continuously attempted to claim his kills as their own. Deer was his prey for today and it would seem there were plenty to choose from.
This new scent caused Fangir to lift his muzzle from the ground, having been on the trail of a buck that was decent sized, noze twitching slightly as he tests the air, ears standing on the top of his head. His curiosity piqued he sets off, following this scent as best he could, the grey tinged male moving easily in spite of his size, though he wasn't moving with any sense of urgency but a a light jog. It wasn't long before he found himself back in the fields, eyes looking around the area as he slows to a stop along the wood line. Amber orbs finally come to rest on the black furred wolfess who moved quickly across the land. He comes to a stop, just outside the line of trees and into plain sight.