The days and nights without any contact had brought Minos further into what would have been normal in his eyes. The world had lost its visual detail, and gained back the vibrant scents that lead him here and drew him there. So many place that had been a mystery to him were no exposed and explored, and they were so close to the boundaries of the pack that he had simply departed from. It was the same as before, just drifting from the other wolves that had claimed him in the past. He was insignificant, and thus there was no need for any to search for him. No one had come for him once again, though he had not traveled for. He slept, much more then when his rank and status made him a target. Then, when he was awake if his hunger was satisfied then he looked for any lingering hints of the master that had once had. But his attention was a fickle thing, and it drifted just his body did.
The lands were claimed, but there was something that Minos found there that was far more interesting. Black nose lifted, cast to the wind and hooking the fragrance of something sweet. Something, desirable. She was young and fresh. And that was all that Minos needed to know, beyond where such a female could be found. The fur along his spine rose, nerves firing and sending a chill that ran from crown to tail and then settled in his jaw to stir his saliva and make his mouth water. The halfling wandered slowly in the same manner as if he were stalking any sort of prey, nose lifting every few moments and yellow eyes dancing through the tree cover for the first signs of the one he sought after.