Like a monitor stalking it's prey, there was no urgency in Ridley's pace as he followed what he perceived to be the real wolf. His gait was easy as he trotted along rhythmically, one paw stepping inside the print of the other. His tail dragged along behind, creating an 'S' in the sands and dirts of the oasis as he searched. His tongue flicked as he tracked the wolf not by visual, but by scent. The wolf could get away if she tried by coating herself in mud or going for a swim. He would lose her odor and from there, she could take to her natural habitat.
For some strange reason, it seemed that she pursued the path of most resistance. His tongue continued to flick rhythmically as he tracked her not towards, but away from the watering hole out into the desert rocks and sands where very little vegetation grew. Perhaps she knew of some hole she could escape into. Maybe she would split herself once more and use the same tactic to try to lose him. Maybe she just hoped that distance and speed would separate the two of them.
She had broke his line of sight long ago, and yet it didn't take him too terribly long to track her down again. He continued his steady gait, conserving his energy whilst his silver eyes kept lookout for the small female. The vegetation thinned from quenched greenery to dehydrated browns, shifting healthy foliage into prickly brambles. Potential hiding places dwindled rapidly in numbers. Her scent (and paw prints, scrambling at the foliage) lead him to an area so thick, he wasn't sure he wanted to try to squeeze into it. It looked like she'd braved the brambles with her smaller figure and darted through and into whatever corner she could find, or so he assumed. "Neat little trick you have there." when he spoke, it was casual, like he was simply talking out loud instead of directly to her. As he spoke, he inspected the brambles both with his muzzle and front paws, poking and testing them to see if he could find a way through. "I wonder what else you have underneath that skin of yours."
Special: Attempts to maneuver his way through the bramble to get to the den Braith is hiding in. He big boi and can't slip underneath.
Success: He squeezes through the bramble, taking minimal damage and spotting the hole/bush she's held up in -1HP
Failure: The brambles/shrubbery is too thick and Ridley isn't willing to break through them.
If failure, Braith has escaped.